Romeo and Juliet

By William Shakespeare

Verona, Italy1590's, July ROMEO ..........................Son of MONTAGUE BENVOLIO.....................Montague cousin of ROMEO BALTHASAR .................Montague servant to ROMEO ABRAM ..........................Montague servant LORD MONTAGUE.......Father of ROMEO LADY MONTAGUE.......Mother of ROMEO JULIET............................Daughter of CAPULET, age 13 TYBALT .........................Capulet cousin of JULIET SAMPSON ......................Capulet servant GREGORY......................Capulet servant LORD CAPULET ...........Father of JULIET, in his 50's LADY CAPULET ...........Mother of JULIET, about 27 NURSE ...........................Capulet servant to JULIET PETER ............................Capulet servant to NURSE MERCUTIO ....................Friend of ROMEO, related to PRINCE COUNTY PARIS ............Count to wed JULIET, related to PRINCE PRINCE ESCALUS.........Prince of Verona FRIAR LAWRENCE.......Franciscan who marries ROMEO & JULIET FRIAR JOHN ..................Carries message for FRIAR LAWRENCE APOTHECARY ..............Sells poison to ROMEO CITIZENS, SERVANTS, MUSICIANS, GUARDS, etc.

Shakespeares complete original script based on the Second Quarto of 1599, with corrections and alternate text from other editions indicated as: 1First Quarto of 1597; 2Second Quarto of 1599; 3Third Quarto of 1609, 4Fourth Quarto of 1622, 5First Folio of 1623, and + for later editions. First performed around 1595. Line-numbering matches the Folger Library edition of 1992. Spelling and punctuation are modernized (American) with some indications of pronunciation. Stage directions are clarified. Side notes are given for vocabulary, figurative language, and allusions. This script be downloaded from www.hundsness.com and used freely for education and performance. David Hundsness, editor, 2004.

PROLOGUE CHORUS Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life, Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth2 with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, naught could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage. The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. ACT 1, SCENE 1 [Verona, a street, morning. SAMPSON & GREGORY, armed] SAMPSON 1.1.1 take insults Gregory, on my word, we'll not carry coals. GREGORY 1.1.2 No, for then we should be colliers. coal miners SAMPSON 1.1.3 I mean, if5 we be in choler, we'll draw. and2, angered, draw our weapons GREGORY 1.1.4 Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of [the]1 collar. take, noose SAMPSON 1.1.6 I strike quickly, being moved. attack, angered GREGORY 1.1.7 But thou art not quickly moved to strike. SAMPSON 1.1.8 A dog of the house of Montague moves me. GREGORY 1.1.9 To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand. brave Therefore if thou art moved, thou runn'st away! SAMPSON 1.1.12 A dog of that house shall move me to stand. I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. make them step aside GREGORY 1.1.14 weakling1: coward That shows thee a weak slave2, for the weakest goes to the wall. backs up against the wall SAMPSON 1.1.16 'Tis true, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, gender are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Montague's always men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. women GREGORY 1.1.20 The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. menservants SAMPSON 1.1.22 'Tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant. When I all the same, prove have fought with the men, I will be civil with the humane maids, and5 cut off their heads! I will2 GREGORY 1.1.25 The heads of the maids? 1.0.1 families, rank rivalry, outbreaks, fighting civilian fateful, children 1.0.5 doomed unfortunate, pitiful, downfall do+, end, fighting doomed 1.0.10 except for, nothing performance listen play

SAMPSON 1.1.26 virginity Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads! Take it in what sense thou wilt. whatever meaning GREGORY 1.1.28 They must take it in1 sense that feel it! feel what I do to them (bawdy) SAMPSON 1.1.29 Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and 'tis known I am a pretty2 piece of flesh. tall1 (bawdy) GREGORY 1.1.31 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, if you were thou hadst been poor-john. a poor catch [ABRAM & another Montague Servant enter, armed] Draw thy tool! Here comes [two]1 of the house of Montagues2! sword, the Montagues5 SAMPSON 1.1.34 unsheathed, fight My naked weapon is out. Quarrel, I will back thee. GREGORY 1.1.36 How, turn thy back and run? how do you mean SAMPSON 1.1.37 Fear me not. trust me GREGORY 1.1.38 No, marry. I fear thee! indeed SAMPSON 1.1.39 Let us take the law on1 our side1; let them begin. of2, sides2 GREGORY 1.1.41 I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. please SAMPSON 1.1.43 Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, give the finger which is a disgrace to them if they bear it. take it without a fight [bites his thumb] ABRAM 1.1.45 Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? SAMPSON 1.1.46 I do bite my thumb, sir. ABRAM 1.1.47 Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? SAMPSON [aside to Gregory] 1.1.48 of2, yes Is the law on1 our side if I say "ay"? GREGORY [aside to Sampson] 1.1.50 No! SAMPSON 1.1.51 No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. GREGORY 1.1.53 challenge us Do you quarrel, sir? ABRAM 1.1.54 Quarrel sir? No, sir! SAMPSON 1.1.55 But if you do, sir, I am for you! I serve will fight you as good a man as you. master ABRAM 1.1.57 No better? SAMPSON 1.1.58 Well, sir GREGORY [sees Tybalt coming; to Sampson] 1.1.59 Say "better"! Here comes one of my master's kinsmen. relatives SAMPSON 1.1.61 [not in 5] Yes, better, [sir]2. ABRAM 1.1.62 You lie!

SAMPSON 1.1.63 Draw, if you be men! Gregory, remember thy washing blow. slashing stroke [They fight] BENVOLIO [enters, sword drawn] 1.1.65 Part, fools! separate Put up your swords! You know not what you do! put away TYBALT [enters, to Benvolio] 1.1.67 What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? deer/servants face your death Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death! [draws his sword] BENVOLIO 1.1.69 I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, just, put away Or manage it to part these men with me. use TYBALT 1.1.71 What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word, your sword drawn As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee! Have at thee, coward! [They fight] CITIZENS [enter, armed] 1.1.74 Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! weapons Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues! [LORD & LADY CAPULET and LORD & LADY MONTAGUE enter] CAPULET 1.1.76 What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! outdated weapon LADY CAPULET [mocking his old age] 1.1.77 A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword? CAPULET 1.1.79 My sword, I say! Old Montague is come And flourishes his blade in spite of me! waves, to spite MONTAGUE 1.1.81 Thou villain Capulet! [she stops him] Hold me not, let me go! LADY MONTAGUE 1.1.82 Thou shalt not stir one2 foot to seek a foe! a5 PRINCE [enters with Attendants] 1.1.83 Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, offenders, bloody Profaners of this neighbor-staind steel Will they not hear?What, ho! You men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage deadly With purple fountains issuing from your veins! pouring On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground, hostile And hear the sentence of your movd Prince! angered 1.1.90 public, started by few words Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets, three times And made Verona's ancient citizens oldest Cast by their grave-beseeming ornaments, put aside their dignity 1.1.95 To wield old partisans, in hands as old, weapons Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate. infected, infectious If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace! you'll be executed for For this time, all the rest depart away. for now, the rest of you 1.1.100 You Capulet, shall go along with me, And Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our further+ pleasure in this case, my, farther2/father's5, decisions To old Freetown, our common judgment-place. public court Once more, on pain of death, all men depart! [All exit but Lord & Lady Montague and Benvolio]

LADY MONTAGUE1 1.1.106 MONTAGUE2 [to Benvolio] Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? in action again Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? nearby BENVOLIO 1.1.108 Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach. before I drew to part them. In the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared, fiery-tempered, drawn Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds Who, nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn. not hurting anyone While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more and fought on part and part, people, on each side both sides Till the Prince came, who parted either part. LADY MONTAGUE 1.1.118 O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today? Right glad I am he was not at this fray. fight BENVOLIO 1.1.120 Madam, an hour before the worshipped sun Peered forth the golden window of the east, from A troubled mind drove+ me to walk abroad, drave3, around Where, underneath the grove of sycamore grows west of the city That westward rooteth from the city's side, So early walking did I see your son. 1.1.125 Towards him I made, but he was 'ware of me walked, aware And stole into the covert of the wood. hid in the woods I, measuring his affections by my2 own, guessing, mood, mine1 wanted to be Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, not wanting company Pursued my humor2 not pursuing his, followed, honor1,5: mood, questioning And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me. avoided him MONTAGUE 1.1.134 Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew, adding to Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs. But all so soon as the all-cheering sun as soon as Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, god of dawn Away from the light steals home my heavy son, comes home, sad 1.1.140 And private in his chamber pens himself, bedroom, locks Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, And makes himself an artificial night. foreboding, mood Black and portentous must this humor prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove. advice, remove the cause BENVOLIO 1.1.146 My noble uncle, do you know the cause? MONTAGUE 1.1.147 I neither know it nor can learn of him. learn it from him BENVOLIO 1.1.148 Have you importuned him by any means? questioned MONTAGUE 1.1.149 Both by myself and many other friends. But he, his3 own affections' counselor, mood's Is to himselfI will not say how true keeps to himself, true to himself But to himself so secret and so close, only, closed So far from sounding and discovery, reasoning, understanding vicious As is the bud bit with an envious worm before it, its Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun+. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know. [ROMEO enters] BENVOLIO See where he comes. So please you, step aside. I'll know his grievance or be much denied. MONTAGUE I would thou wert so happy by thy stay To hear true shrift.Come, madam, let's away. [They exit] BENVOLIO Good morrow, cousin. ROMEO Is the day so young? BENVOLIO But new struck nine. ROMEO Ay me, sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast? BENVOLIO It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? ROMEO Not having that, which having, makes them short. BENVOLIO In love? ROMEO Out BENVOLIO Of love? ROMEO Out of her favor where I am in love. BENVOLIO Alas, that Love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! ROMEO Alas, that Love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? [sees signs of the fight] O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything of nothing first create1! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming4 forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh? BENVOLIO No coz, I rather weep. ROMEO Good heart, at what? BENVOLIO At thy good heart's oppression. ROMEO Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressed With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

same2 if we could only, where 1.1.159 look, he's coming the cause of his distress 1.1.161 wish, successful confessions 1.1.163 good morning 1.1.164 1.1.165 just now 1.1.166 away 1.1.168 1.1.169 1.1.170 1.1.171 1.1.172 1.1.173 1.1.174 too bad Cupid who looks gentle is actually rough 1.1.176 blindfolded, always purposes

it's all about 1.1.180 created2: created of nothing foolishness attractive 1.1.185 always I love one who does not love me cousin 1.1.189 1.1.190 friend 1.1.191 1.1.192 love's ways heart will increase, added 1.1.195

Love is a smoke made2 with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished2 with loving2 tears; What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. BENVOLIO Soft, I will go along. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong! ROMEO Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here. This is not Romeo; he's some other where. BENVOLIO Tell me in sadness, who is that you love? ROMEO What, shall I groan and tell thee? BENVOLIO Groan? Why no, But sadly tell me who. ROMEO [Bid]1 a sick man in "sadness" make1 his will? A word ill-urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. BENVOLIO I aimed so near when I supposed you loved. ROMEO A right good markman! And she's fair I love. BENVOLIO A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. ROMEO Well in that hit you miss! She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And in strong proof of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed2. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th'encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty, only poor That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. BENVOLIO Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? ROMEO She hath, and in that sparing makes4 huge waste, For beauty, starved with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair To merit bliss by making me despair. She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. BENVOLIO Be ruled by me; forget to think of her. ROMEO O, teach me how I should forget to think! BENVOLIO By giving liberty unto thine eyes. Examine other beauties! ROMEO 'Tis the way To call hers, exquisite, in question more. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair. He that is strucken blind cannot forget

raised1 love being exchanged love being denied, raging1, lovers'1 1.1.200 bitter potion, healing sweetness wait 1.1.203 1.1.205 nonsense 1.1.207 seriously 1.1.208 1.1.209 1.1.210 ask, makes2 poorly chosen word 1.1.213 1.1.214 marksman, beautiful 1.1.215 target in plain sight 1.1.216 wisdom of Diana: god of virginity armor, virginity Cupid's, unaffected/unharmed1 won't be won by sweet talk loving looks 1.1.221 open (bawdy), riches because it dies with her 1.1.225 always stay a virgin 1.1.226 withholding sever choice future generations beautiful, just win a place in heaven sworn not to love 1.1.233 listen to me 1.1.234 1.1.235 1.1.237 make me dwell on her beauty lucky veils, faces makes us think

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. Show me a mistress that is passing fair; What doth her beauty serve but as a note Where I may read who passed that passing fair? Farewell. Thou canst not teach me to forget. BENVOLIO I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [They exit] ACT 1, SCENE 2 [A street. CAPULET, PARIS, SERVANT]

1.1.242 very beautiful reminder Rosaline who surpassed 1.1.247 teach you that lesson, failure

CAPULET 1.2.1 required by law But Montague is bound as well as I In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace. PARIS 1.2.4 Of honorable reckoning are you both, reputation And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? courtship of your daughter CAPULET 1.2.7 But saying o'er what I have said before: just saying over again My child is yet a stranger in the world, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, pass by Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. before, ready PARIS 1.2.12 Younger than she are happy mothers made. CAPULET 1.2.13 And too soon marred are those so early made. harmed [The]+ earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; grave, other children She is+ the hopeful lady of my earth. she's2, of my earthly body (my offspring) But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart. My will to her consent is but a part. my wishes are less important than hers And, she agreed, within her scope of choice if she agrees Lies my consent and fair according voice. agreeing This night I hold an old accustomed feast, customary 1.2.20 Whereto I have invited many a guest Such as I love; and you among the store, whom, group One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house look to behold this night humble, see Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light. beautiful women 1.2.25 Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-appareled April on the heel Spring dressed in flowers Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female1 buds shall you this night fennel2: an herb inspiring passion Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see, see, see all the women 1.2.30 And like her most whose merit most shall be; then like the best one Which, on more view of many, mine, being one, May stand in number, though in reck'ning none. be just one of the crowd Come, go with me. [to Servant, giving a paper] Go, sirrah, trudge about walk 1.2.35 Through fair Verona, find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome at1 their pleasure stay. on2, I welcome their company [Capulet & Paris exit]

SERVANT Find them out whose names are written here! It is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. [BENVOLIO & ROMEO enter] In good time! BENVOLIO [to Romeo] Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning. One pain is lessened by another's anguish. Turn giddy, and be helped+ by backward turning. One desperate grief cures with another's languish. Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. ROMEO Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. BENVOLIO For what, I pray thee? ROMEO For your broken shin! BENVOLIO Why, Romeo, art thou mad? ROMEO Not mad, but bound more than a madman is, Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipped and tormented, and [to Servant] Good e'en, good fellow. SERVANT God gi' good e'en. I pray, sir, can you read? ROMEO Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. SERVANT Perhaps you have learned it without book. But, I pray, can you read anything you see? ROMEO Ay, if I know the letters and the language. SERVANT Ye say honestly. Rest you merry. ROMEO Stay, fellow. I can read. [reads the list] "Signor Martino and his wife and daughters County Anselm and his beauteous sisters The lady widow of Vitruvio Signor Placentio and his lovely nieces Mercutio and his brother Valentine Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters My fair niece Rosaline [and]1 Livia Signor Valentino and his cousin Tybalt Lucio and the lively Helena" A fair assembly. Whither should they come? SERVANT Up. ROMEO Whither? To supper? SERVANT To our house.

1.2.39 work yardstick, shoemaker tools paintbrush written go to one who can read good timing 1.2.47 nonsense another pain's dizzy, holp2 another grief's toxic 1.2.53 a banana leaf (used to heal cuts) 1.2.54 I ask you a cut 1.2.55 1.2.56 going mad 1.2.57 confined good afternoon 1.2.61 God give you good afternoon 1.2.63 I can read my fortune 1.2.64 to read that by memorization 1.2.66 1.2.67 that's honest, goodbye 1.2.68 Count

pleasant group, where 1.2.79 1.2.80 where 1.2.81

ROMEO Whose house? SERVANT My master's. ROMEO Indeed, I should have asked you that before. SERVANT Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [exits] BENVOLIO At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so loves, With all the admired beauties of Verona. Go thither, and with unattainted eye Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. ROMEO When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these who, often drowned, could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. BENVOLIO Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye. But in that crystal scales let there be weighed Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now seems2 best. ROMEO I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. [They exit] ACT 1, SCENE 3 [Capulet house. LADY CAPULET & NURSE] LADY CAPULET Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me. NURSE Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old, I bade her come.What, lamb! What, ladybird! God forbid! Where's this girl?What, Juliet! JULIET [enters] How now, who calls? NURSE Your mother. JULIET Madam, I am here. What is your will? LADY CAPULET This is the matter.Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in secret.Nurse, come back again! I have remembered me, thou's hear our counsel. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. NURSE Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

1.2.82 1.2.83 1.2.84 1.2.85 drink 1.2.89 traditional dines 1.2.90 there, unbiased 1.2.95 accepts such a lie my eyes will be burnt like heretics anyone as beautiful 1.2.101 no one else nearby compared

barely look good, shows5 1.2.107 not to see whom you show the beauty of Rosaline

1.3.1 1.3.2 virginity told 1.3.5 1.3.6 1.3.7 what do you want 1.3.8 leave us you shall, conversation 1.3.12 indeed

LADY CAPULET 1.3.13 She's not fourteen. NURSE 1.3.14 I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, and yet, to my teen I'll bet, suffering be it spoken, I have but four. She's not fourteen. only four teeth How long is it now to Lammas-tide? Lummas Day, August 1 LADY CAPULET 1.3.17 A fortnight and odd days. two weeks, a few days NURSE 1.3.18 Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan and sheGod rest all Christian souls 1.3.20 Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me. But, as I said, On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen. That shall she. Marry, I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years, 1.3.25 And she was weanedI never shall forget it Of all the days of the year, upon that day. For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, put a bitter extract on my breast pigeon coop Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall. My lord and you were then at Mantua. 1.3.30 Nay, I do bear a brain!But, as I said, have a good memory the baby When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool, dear To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug! irritable, refuse "Shake," quoth the dove-house. 'Twas no need, I trow, said, believe 1.3.35 To bid me trudge. tell me to move And since that time it is eleven years. For then she could stand alone. Nay, by the rood, Holy Cross 1.3.40 She could have run and waddled all about, For even the day before, she broke her brow, bumped her forehead And then my husbandGod be with his soul, He was a merry mantook up the child. "Yea," quoth he, "Dost thou fall upon thy face? said 1.3.45 Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit, lay on your back (bawdy), learning Wilt thou not, Jule?" And by my holy-dame, the Virgin Mary The pretty wretch left crying and said "Ay." dear, stopped To see now how a jest shall come about! joke, come true I warrant, if1 I should live a thousand years, I swear, and2 1.3.50 I never should forget it. "Wilt thou not, Jule?" quoth he. And, pretty fool, it stinted and said "Ay." stopped LADY CAPULET 1.3.54 I ask you, be quiet Enough of this. I pray thee, hold thy peace! NURSE 1.3.55 Yes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh, can't help but laugh To think it should leave crying and say "Ay." I swear And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone, rooster's testicle A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. terrible "Yea," quoth my husband, "Fall'st upon thy face? 1.3.60 Thou wilt fall backward when thou come'st to age, Wilt thou not, Jule?" It stinted and said "Ay." JULIET 1.3.63 And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I! I ask you, stop NURSE 1.3.64 Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace, bless you Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.

And I might live to see thee married once, if I have my wish. LADY CAPULET 1.3.68 Marry, that "marry" is the very theme I came to talk of.Tell me, daughter Juliet, how do you feel about marriage How stands your disposition to be married? JULIET 1.3.71 It is an honor1 that I dream not of. NURSE 1.3.72 An honor1? Were not I thine2 only nurse, thy1, if I weren't your only wet-nurse I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat. the breast LADY CAPULET 1.3.75 Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem high-breeding Are made already mothers. By my count I was your mother much upon these years at the same age That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. NURSE 1.3.81 A man, young lady! Lady, such a man As all the world. Why, he's a man of wax! perfect like a wax model LADY CAPULET 1.3.83 Verona's summer hath not such a flower. NURSE 1.3.84 Nay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower. indeed LADY CAPULET 1.3.85 What say you? Can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast. see read like a book Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen. written Examine every married lineament well balanced facial feature And see how one another lends content, each tells a story 1.3.90 And what obscured in this fair volume lies anything unclear in this book Find written in the margent of his eyes. margins This precious book of love, this unbound lover, uncovered/unmarried To beautify him, only lacks a cover. he only needs a cover The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride a splendid sight 1.3.95 For fair without the fair within to hide. beauty outside is beauty within That book in many's eyes doth share the glory a book cover is made That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. beautiful by a beautiful tale So shall you share all that he doth possess all his wealth and status By having him, making yourself no less. marrying him NURSE 1.3.101 get pregnant No less? Nay, bigger. Women grow by men. LADY CAPULET 1.3.102 Speak briefly. Can you like of Paris' love? JULIET 1.3.103 I'll look to like, if looking liking move, if looks will make me like him But no more deep will I endart2 mine eye engage1: I won't look any deeper 1 Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. than you want me to SERVANT [enters] 1.3.106 Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, have come you called, my young lady asked for, they're calling for you the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and is being cursed everything in extremity. I must hence is in chaos, go away to wait. I beseech you, follow straight. wait tables, beg, right away LADY CAPULET 1.3.111 will follow We follow thee. [Servant exits] the Count is waiting Juliet, the County stays.

NURSE Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. [They exit] ACT 1, SCENE 4 [A street, that night. ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO & Others with torches and drum] ROMEO What shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? BENVOLIO The date is out of such prolixity. We'll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper, [Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance.]1 But let them measure us by what they will. We'll measure them a measure and be gone. ROMEO Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light. MERCUTIO Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. ROMEO Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes With nimble soles. I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. MERCUTIO You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO I am too sore enpiercd with his shaft To soar with his light feathers, and so bound I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe. Under love's heavy burden do I sink. MERCUTIO And to sink in it, should you burden love, Too great oppression for a tender thing. ROMEO Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. MERCUTIO If love be rough with you, be rough with love! Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor. What care I What curious eye doth cote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. BENVOLIO Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs. ROMEO A torch for me. Let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase:

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1.4.1 apology for intruding go on into the party 1.4.3 such speeches are out of date blindfolded carrying, wood scarecrow memorized speech judge how they want dance a dance 1.4.11 dancing heavy-hearted, carry 1.4.13 1.4.14 that 1.4.17 in love leap/limit 1.4.19 wounded, arrow leap to any height, my sorrow 1.4.23 you'd burden love by sinking in it 1.4.25 quarrelsome 1.4.27 pricking you, (bawdy) mask, face an ugly mask for my ugly face eyes stare at my here's the beetle face that'll 1.4.33 as soon as we're inside start dancing 1.4.35 playful people carpet I will follow a proverb

I'll be a candle holder and look on. (proverb) party, bright (proverb) The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done1. MERCUTIO 1.4.40 Tut, dun's the mouse, a mouse is grey-brown (proverb) the constable's own word. so keep quiet as a mouse If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the mire a horse named Dun, pull, mud Ofsave your reverencelove, wherein thou stick'st pardon me, are stuck Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! waste ROMEO 1.4.45 Nay, that's not so. MERCUTIO I mean, sir, in delay 1.4.46 We waste our lights in vain, like1 lamps1 by day. torches, lights2 lights2: lamps lit in day the obvious, Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five+ wits. there's much wisdom in it ROMEO 1.4.50 And we mean well in going to this mask, masquerade party But 'tis no wit to go. not wise MERCUTIO Why, may one ask? 1.4.52 ROMEO 1.4.53 I dreamt a dream tonight. last night MERCUTIO And so did I. 1.4.54 ROMEO 1.4.55 Well, what was yours? (pun) 1.4.56 MERCUTIO That dreamers often lie! ROMEO 1.4.57 In bed asleep, while they do dream things true! MERCUTIO 1.4.58 O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you! [BENVOLIO Queen Mab? What's she?]1 MERCUTIO 1.4.59 She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes gem-stone In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, officer Drawn with a team of little atomies pulled by, tiny creatures Over2 men's noses as they lie asleep. athwart1 2 + Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, spiders' 1.4.64 The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, canopy The1 traces of the smallest spider2 web, her2, harnesses, spider's5 The1 collars of the moonshine's watery beams, her2, harness collars, moonbeams Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, gossamer Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, driver Not half so big as a round little worm 1.4.70 man1 Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid2. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut, 1.4.72 Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, cabinetmaker, worm Time out o' mind the fairies' coach-makers. for time long forgotten And in this state she gallops night by night 1.4.75 Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er1 courtiers' knees, who1 dream on curtsies straight; on2, that2, right away O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; right away 1.4.78 O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, right away dream of kisses Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues often, gives them blisters (herpes) Because their breaths1 with sweetmeats tainted are. breath2, smell of sweet foods (bawdy) Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; high paying job And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail pig donated to the church clergyman 1.4.85 Tickling a parson's nose as he+ lies asleep, getting more church money Then he dreams of another benefice.

Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep, and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes. This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage. This is she ROMEO Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. MERCUTIO True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his face1 to the dew-dropping south. BENVOLIO This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves! Supper is done, and we shall come too late! ROMEO I fear too early, for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels, and expire the term Of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But He that hath the steerage of my course Direct my sail1!On, lusty gentlemen! BENVOLIO Strike, drum! [All exit] ACT 1, SCENE 5 [Capulet house. Two SERVANTS, Musicians & Guests] 1st SERVANT Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher! He scrape a trencher! 2nd SERVANT When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. 1st SERVANT Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane, and as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. [2nd Servant exits] Antony and Potpan! 3rd SERVANT [enters with another Servant] Ay, boy, ready.

crossing enemy lines, ambushes long drinking bouts, soon is startled 1.4.91 braids mats the hair of old hags brings misfortune (superstition) 1.4.97 teaches, bear children (bawdy) 1.4.101 1.4.103 born, foolish changeable blows away from there side2, rainy south 1.4.111 plans 1.4.113 fears still 1.4.115 party, end the life my hated life evil, early death suit2, let's go, merry 1.4.120 1.4.121 play, drummer

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1st SERVANT 1.5.13 You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. hall 3rd SERVANT 1.5.14 We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys! cheer up Be brisk awhile, and happy while you can the longer liver take all. whoever lives longest [They exit] [LORD & LADY CAPULET, COUSIN CAPULET, NURSE, JULIET, TYBALT, and more Guests enter] CAPULET 1.5.18 Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies that have their toes with no corns, dance Unplagued with corns will walk a bout with you. Ah ha, my mistresses! Which of you all ladies refuse, coyly refuses Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty, She I'll swear hath corns. Am I come near you+ now? close to the truth, ye2 Welcome, gentlemen. I have seen the day 1.5.25 That I have worn a visor and could tell mask A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, beautiful Such as would please. 'Tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone. delight her You are welcome, gentlemen!Come, musicians, play! [Music plays] make, dance A hall, a hall, give room!And foot it, girls! [They dance] More light, you knaves, and turn the tables up, idiots, fold 1.5.32 And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. put out [ROMEO, MERCUTIO & BENVOLIO enter in masks] Ah, sirrah, this unlooked-for sport comes well! servant, unexpected maskers, [to Cousin] Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet, come at a good time For you and I are past our dancing days. How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask? COUSIN By'r Lady, thirty years. 1.5.39 CAPULET 1.5.40 What, man, 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much. wedding 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Pentecost Sunday Some five and twenty years, and then we masked. twenty five COUSIN 1.5.44 'Tis more, 'tis more. His son is elder, sir. older than that His son is thirty. CAPULET Will you tell me that? 1.5.46 His son was but a ward two years ago. child ROMEO [seeing Juliet; to a Servant2] What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? [SERVANT I know not, sir.]2 ROMEO O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like1 a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessd my rude hand. 1.5.48 hold the hand that gentleman 1.5.50 1.5.51 as2, Ethiopian's everyday use appears, white, among that, stands out 1.5.56 dance, where she goes touching her hand, rough

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Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. TYBALT [aside] This, by his voice, should be a Montague! [to Page] Fetch me my rapier, boy. [Page exits] What, dares the slave Come hither, covered with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honor of my kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin! [starts to go] CAPULET Why, how now, kinsman! Wherefore storm you so? TYBALT Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hither come in spite To scorn at our solemnity this night! CAPULET Young Romeo is it? TYBALT 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. CAPULET Content thee, gentle coz. Let him alone. He1 bears him like a portly gentleman, And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-governed youth. I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement. Therefore be patient. Take no note of him. It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. TYBALT It fits, when such a villain is a guest. I'll not endure him! CAPULET He shall be endured! What, goodman boy! I say, he shall! Go to! Am I the master here, or you? Go to! You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You'll make a mutiny among my guests? You will set cock-a-hoop? You'll be the man? TYBALT Why, uncle, 'tis a shame! CAPULET Go to, go to! You are a saucy boy! Is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what! You must contrary me? Marry, 'tis time [to dancing Guests] Well said, my hearts! [to Tybalt] You are a princox! Go, Be quiet, or [to Servants] More light, more light! [to Tybalt] For shame! I'll make you quiet! [going to dancing Guests] What, cheerly, my hearts! TYBALT [aside] Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall. [exits]

before, deny it, eyes 1.5.61 must sword scumbag here, mask sneer, festivity family 1.5.68 hello, why so angry 1.5.69 came here, to spite and festivity 1.5.72 1.5.73 1.5.74 calm down, nephew behaves like, dignified well-behaved disrespect him ignore him 1.5.80 wish pleasant face inappropriate expression 1.5.84 1.5.86 go away save my soul riot show off 1.5.92 1.5.93 disrespectful stunt, get you trouble, I tell you you'll cross me done, dears cocky boy torches wonderful, my dears 1.5.100 forced on me by his rage me tremble with anger go okay, bitterness

ROMEO [taking Juliet's hand] (a sonnet starts here) 1.5.104 defile, unworthy1 If I profane with my unworthiest2 hand 2 This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: fine+ My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. JULIET 1.5.108 Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this, For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, statues of saints shaking hands, pilgrims' And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. ROMEO 1.5.112 Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? pilgrims JULIET 1.5.113 Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. ROMEO 1.5.114 O, then dear saint, let lips do what hands do; yield1, grant me a kiss, else They pray: Grant2 thou, lest faith turn to despair. JULIET 1.5.116 Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. they do grant prayers ROMEO 1.5.117 Then move not while my prayer's effect I take. [kisses her] Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged. washed away JULIET 1.5.119 my lips now have your sin Then have my lips the sin that they have took. ROMEO 1.5.120 Sin from my lips? O, trespass sweetly urged! so sweetly you tell me I sinned Give me my sin again. [kisses her] give back JULIET You kiss by th' book. properly 1.5.122 NURSE 1.5.123 Madam, your mother craves a word with you. [Juliet goes] ROMEO [to Nurse] 1.5.124 who What is her mother? NURSE Marry, bachelor, young sir 1.5.125 Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous. with I nursed her daughter that you talked withal. I tell you, he that can lay hold of her win her Shall have the chinks. [moves away] money ROMEO [aside] Is she a Capulet? 1.5.131 O dear account! My life is my foe's debt. costly, in debt to my foe BENVOLIO [comes to Romeo] 1.5.133 Away, be gone! The sport is at the best! let's go, party, its peak (proverb) ROMEO 1.5.134 Ay, so I fear. The more is my unrest. uneasiness [All start to exit but Juliet & Nurse] CAPULET 1.5.135 Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone, We have a trifling foolish banquet towards desert soon Is it e'en so? Why then, I thank you all. I thank you, honest gentlemen. Good night. More torches here!Come on, then let's to bed. bring more, go to bed Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late. servant, faith, it's getting late I'll to my rest. [exit] go rest JULIET 1.5.142 Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman? here, who is that NURSE 1.5.143 The son and heir of old Tiberio.

JULIET What's he that now is going out of door? NURSE Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. JULIET What's he that follows there1, that would not dance? NURSE I know not. JULIET Go ask his name. [Nurse goes] [aside] If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed! NURSE [returning] His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy! JULIET My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. NURSE What's this? What's this? JULIET A rhyme I learned even now Of one I danced withal. LADY CAPULET1 [offstage] Juliet! NURSE Anon, anon. Come, let's away. The strangers all are gone. [They exit] ACT 2, PROLOGUE CHORUS Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir. That fair for which love groaned for and would die, With tender Juliet matched3, is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, Alike betwitchd by the charm of looks, But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks. Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new belovd anywhere. But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. ACT 2, SCENE 1 [Outside the Capulet house, same night. ROMEO] ROMEO Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. [exits] [BENVOLIO & MERCUTIO enter] BENVOLIO Romeo! My cousin Romeo! [Romeo!]2

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MERCUTIO He is wise, 2.1.4 And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed. BENVOLIO 2.1.6 He ran this way and leaped this orchard wall. garden fence Call, good Mercutio. call him MERCUTIO Nay, I'll conjure too. 2.1.8 Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover! moody one Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh! form Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied. Cry but "Ay me!" Pronounce1 but "love" and "dove"1. Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, gossipy lady One nickname for her purblind son and heir1, blind 2.1.15 cheating, trim1: straight Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so true2 When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not. The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. monkey is playing dead I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, 2.1.20 By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, "dimins": region between (bawdy) flesh and blood That in thy likeness thou appear to us! BENVOLIO 2.1.25 And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him! MERCUTIO 2.1.26 This cannot anger him. 'Twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle (bawdy) Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it and conjured it down. cast a spell and laid it down would provoke him, spell That were some spite! My invocation Is fair and honest. In his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him. (bawdy) BENVOLIO 2.1.33 Come, he hath hid himself among these trees To be consorted with the humorous night. commune, moody Blind is his love and best befits the dark. MERCUTIO 2.1.36 target If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree a fruit of suggestive shape And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. snicker O, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were 2.1.40 An open-arse and thou a pop'rin pear! medlar, long pear Romeo, good night.I'll to my truckle2-bed. trundle1: cot camping outdoors This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep. Come, shall we go? BENVOLIO Go then, for 'tis in vain useless 2.1.45 To seek him here that means not to be found. [They exit] ACT 2, SCENE 2 [Outside Juliet's balcony. ROMEO] ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound. [JULIET enters at window] But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, 2.2.1 teases me for pains he's never felt wait, that, shines beautiful

Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious, Her vestal livery is but sick2 and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. It is my lady. O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do1 entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp. Her eyes1 in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! JULIET Ay me! ROMEO She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a wingd messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air. JULIET O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. ROMEO Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my2 enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part1 Belonging to a man.2 O, be some other name!1 What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name1 would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that1 name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. ROMEO [to her] I take thee at they word. Call me but Love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. JULIET What man art thou that thus bescreened in night So stumblest on my counsel? ROMEO By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

2.2.5 servant virgin's uniform, pale1 jesters, take them off 2.2.10 if only she knew I cannot hear speaks to me presumptuous 2.2.15 have begged orbits outshine 2.2.20 eye2 sky, shine 2.2.25 I wish I were 2.2.27 2.2.28

awe-struck mounts 2.2.36 why must you be "Romeo" just swear to be my love 2.2.40 2.2.41 only, mine1 you would still be yourself if 2.2.45 word2 owns discard 2.2.50 in exchange for, thy2 take all of me 2.2.53 re-baptized with a new name from now on 2.2.56 is hidden eavesdropping on my secrets 2.2.58

Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word. JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of thy tongue's utterance1, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? ROMEO Neither, fair saint1, if either thee dislike. JULIET How came'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. ROMEO With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me. JULIET If they do see2 thee, they will murder thee! ROMEO Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye2 Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. JULIET I would not for the world they saw2 thee here. ROMEO I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes2, And but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate Than death prorogud, wanting of thy love. JULIET By whose direction found'st thou out this place? ROMEO By love, who first did prompt me to inquire. He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vast shore washed1 with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. JULIET Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Ay," And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay So thou wilt woo; but else not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my b'havior2 light, But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more1 coying to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware,

2.2.63 uttering2 2.2.66 maid2 2.2.67 here, why family 2.2.71 fly over love will do what it dares family 2.2.75 find1 2.2.76 danger, eyes1 upon me sweetly armored, hostility 2.2.79 find1: want them to see you here 2.2.80 sight1 if you do not love me postponed, without your love 2.2.84 2.2.85 seek you advice navigator treasure 2.2.90 girlish, color gladly, follow formalities etiquette 2.2.95 you may be lying, lies the god Jupiter 2.2.100 stubborn, tell you no pursue me, otherwise too affectionate havior1: I'm not serious faithful 2.2.105 who play hard-to-get aloof before I was aware

My true-love passion. Therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discoverd. ROMEO Lady, by yonder blessd moon I swear1 That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops JULIET O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled1 orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. ROMEO What shall I swear by? JULIET Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. ROMEO If my heart's dear love JULIET Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say "It lightens." Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast! ROMEO O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? JULIET What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? ROMEO Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. JULIET I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, And yet I would it were to give again. ROMEO Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love? JULIET But to be frank and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. NURSE [inside, calls for Juliet] JULIET I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu! [to her] Anon, good Nurse! [to him] Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little; I will come again. [goes in] ROMEO O blessd, blessd night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. JULIET [comes out again] Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honorable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow By one that I'll procure to come to thee,

2.2.109 misinterpret, shallow/unchaste 2.2.112 that, vow2 shines 2.2.114 ever-changing orbit unless, inconsistent 2.2.117 2.2.118 devotion 2.2.122 2.2.123 enjoy seeing you these vows 2.2.125 before, sweetheart become sleep 2.2.130 heart 2.2.132 2.2.133 2.2.134 2.2.135 I wish it were still mine 2.2.137 2.2.138 just to be lavish gifts

2.2.143 inside, goodbye in a minute wait, just, back 2.2.146 afraid wonderfully, real 2.2.149 your intentions someone, arrange

Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite, And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world. NURSE [inside] Madam! JULIET [to her] I come, anon! [to him] But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee NURSE [inside] Madam! JULIET [to her] By and by I come! [to him] To cease thy suit+ and leave me to my grief. Tomorrow will I send. ROMEO So thrive2 my soul JULIET A thousand times good night! [goes in] ROMEO A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. JULIET [comes out again] Hist! Romeo, hist! [aside] O, for a falc'ner's voice To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine1 With repetition of "My Romeo!" ROMEO [aside] It is my soul that calls upon my name! How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! JULIET Romeo! ROMEO My dear4? JULIET What o'clock tomorrow Shall I send to thee? ROMEO By the hour of nine. JULIET I will not fail. 'Tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it. JULIET I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company. ROMEO And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. JULIET 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a wanton's bird, Who1 lets it hop a little from her1 hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk1 thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROMEO I would I were thy bird. JULIET Sweet, so would I. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

wedding life husband 2.2.156 2.2.157 beg 2.2.159 soon 2.2.160 courtship / strife2 send my messenger strive+: upon my soul 2.2.163 2.2.164 2.2.165 without reluctant 2.2.169 psst, if only I had noble hawk my father is strict, I may, loud the nymph Echo voice echoing 2.2.175 voices listening 2.2.178 madame1/niece2/nyas+ 2.2.179 time 2.2.180 2.2.182 2.2.183 2.2.185 2.2.186 2.2.188 2.2.190 spoiled girl's that2, his2 chains silken2 2.2.196 wish I were sweetheart 2.2.197

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow. [exits] ROMEO1 Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly Friar's close cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [exits] ACT 2, SCENE 3 [St. Peter's Church, dawn. FRIAR LAWRENCE with basket]

morning 2.2.202 rest, heart if, rest there away, go to, spiritual, chamber ask for, fortune

FRIAR 2.3.1 The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels dappled, staggers From forth day's path and Titan's fiery1 wheels. out of the way of, burning2: sun-chariot Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, before, raises 2.3.5 The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, I must up-fill this osier cage of ours basket harmful With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb; is also 2.3.10 diverse plants And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find Many for many virtues excellent, many plants have healing powers None but for some and yet all different. all good for something O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies great, healing power 2.3.15 extracts In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. For naught so vile that on the earth doth live nothing is so evil But to the earth some special good doth give, humankind Nor aught so good but, strained from that fair use, anything, that cannot be Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. abused for harm Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, becomes vice when misapplied And vice sometimes by action dignified. can be good if the result is good [examining a flower] Within the infant rind of this weak flower frail Poison hath residence and medicine power: 2.3.24 For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; makes you feel better Being tasted, slays1 all senses with the heart. stays2: kills you Two such opposd kings encamp them still enemy, always In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; good and evil And where the worser is predominant, evil 2.3.30 infection of Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. ROMEO [enter] 2.3.32 Good morrow, Father. morning FRIAR Benedicit! bless you 2.3.33 What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? hails Young son, it argues a distempered head suggests, disturbed mind So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed. leaving your bed so early Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, worry stays on guard And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; worry stays, lie down But where unbruisd youth with unstuffed brain trouble-free, clear minds Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. rest 2.3.40 Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art up-roused by some distemperature; something upsetting Or if not so, then here I hit it right: last night Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.

ROMEO That last is true. The sweeter rest was mine. FRIAR God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline? ROMEO With Rosaline, my ghostly Father? No! I have forgot that name and that name's woe. FRIAR That's my good son. But where hast thou been then? ROMEO I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy, Where on a sudden one hath wounded me That's by me wounded. Both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies. I bear no hatred, blessd man, for lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. FRIAR Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. ROMEO Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine, And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage. When and where and how We met, we wooed and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us today. FRIAR Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom1 thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown2 away in waste To season love, that of it doth not taste! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans ring yet1 in mine2 ancient ears. Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Of an old tear that is not washed off yet. If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine, Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline. And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then: "Women may fall when there's no strength in men." ROMEO Thou chide'st me oft for loving Rosaline. FRIAR For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. ROMEO And bade'st me bury love. FRIAR Not in a grave To lay one in, another out to have. ROMEO I pray thee, chide me not. Her I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow. The other did not so.

2.3.46 I had an even sweeter rest 2.3.47 2.3.48 spiritual 2.3.50 2.3.52 before suddenly who I had wounded, cures spiritual remedy look my plea also helps my foe (Juliet) 2.3.59 simple, speech confessing in riddles, absolution 2.3.61

we are combined except walk 2.3.69 that2 forgotten a lot of salt water yellow cast1 2.3.75 to season a love you did not taste dried the fog of your sighs yet ringing2, my1 look 2.3.80 repeat this saying fall from grace when men have no strength scolded me often 2.3.86 2.3.87 2.3.88 told 2.3.89 and take another out 2.3.91 please don't scold me, the girl returns my joy and love

FRIAR O, she knew well Thy love did read by rote and1 could not spell. But come, young waverer, come, go with me. In one respect I'll thy assistant be, For this alliance may so happy prove To turn your households' rancor to pure love. ROMEO O, let us hence! I stand on sudden haste! FRIAR Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast. [They exit] ACT 2, SCENE 4 [A street, noon. BENVOLIO & MERCUTIO]

2.3.94 recite from memory, that2, read for one reason I'll help you marriage families' hatred 2.3.100 go, I cannot wait 2.3.101

MERCUTIO 2.4.1 Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came he not home tonight? last night BENVOLIO 2.4.3 Not to his father's. I spoke with his man. manservant MERCUTIO 2.4.4 Ah1, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, why2 Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. BENVOLIO 2.4.7 nephew, to2 Tybalt, the kinsman of1 old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Romeo's MERCUTIO 2.4.9 A challenge, on my life. I bet my life it's a challenge to fight BENVOLIO 2.4.10 Romeo will answer it. accept it MERCUTIO 2.4.11 Any man that can write may answer a letter. BENVOLIO 2.4.12 Nay, he will answer the letter's master, Tybalt how he dares, being dared. accepting the dare MERCUTIO 2.4.14 Alas poor Romeo, he is already dead, stabbed with a white wench's black eye, shot1 through the ear with woman's, run2: stabbed a love-song, the very pin of his heart cleft with bull's-eye, cut the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft. And is he a man Cupid's arrow (bawdy pun) to encounter Tybalt? fight BENVOLIO 2.4.19 what's so scary about Tybalt Why, what is Tybalt? MERCUTIO 2.4.20 More than Prince of Cats [I can tell you]1. (a cat named Tybalt in a popular story) O, he's the courageous captain of compliments. fencing etiquette He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, harmony in a duet distance, and proportion. He rests his minim rests, short one, two, and the third in your bosom; the very thrust in your chest butcher of a silk button; a duelist, a duelist, silk shirt, swordsman a gentleman of the very first house best fencing school of the first and second cause. Ah, the immortal well trained in fencing codes passado! The punto reverso! The hay! forward thrust, backhand, hit BENVOLIO 2.4.28 The what? MERCUTIO 2.4.29 may the plague kill, silly, Spanish-accented The pox of such antic, lisping, affected showoffs affecting fantasticoes1, these new

tuners of accents: "By Jesu, a very good blade! A users of catch-phrases brave very tall man! A very good whore!" Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus sorry, old sir afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, foreign parasites these pardon-me's, who stand so much on the new form, trends/bench that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bones, their bones! [ROMEO enters] BENVOLIO 2.4.38 [not in 1] Here comes Romeo, [here comes Romeo]2. MERCUTIO 2.4.39 Without his roe, like a dried herring. O flesh, fish eggs (sexually spent) flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in. Laura to verses, wrote, compared to although his lady was a kitchen-wench (marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her), Dido lover, write her in poetry a dowdy, Cleopatra a gipsy, Helen and Hero was shabby hildings and harlots, Thisbe a grey eye or so, but loose women not to the purpose.Signor Romeo, bonjour! nothing worth mentioning There's a French salutation to your French slop. pants a fake You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. ROMEO 2.4.48 Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? day MERCUTIO 2.4.50 The slip, sir, the slip. Can you not conceive? counterfeit money, follow me ROMEO 2.4.51 Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great, and important in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. bend the rules of MERCUTIO 2.4.54 That's as much as to say such a case as yours forces, bend from bowed-legs constrains a man to bow in the hams. ROMEO 2.4.56 Meaning, to curtsy. MERCUTIO 2.4.57 Thou hast most kindly hit it. now you got it ROMEO 2.4.58 A most courteous exposition. explanation MERCUTIO 2.4.59 Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. perfect example ROMEO 2.4.60 "Pink" for flower? pink like a flower MERCUTIO 2.4.61 Right. ROMEO 2.4.62 [not in 1] [Why,]2 then is my pump well flowered! , shoe, (cut with "pinking" shears) MERCUTIO 2.4.63 Sure wit! Follow me this jest now till thou hast worn good, joke out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, shoe the jest may remain, after the wearing, solely singular! outlast it ROMEO 2.4.67 O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! thin-soled joke MERCUTIO 2.4.69 Come between us, good Benvolio. My wits faint. stop us, my wit is tired ROMEO 2.4.71 Switch and spurs, switch and spurs, or I'll cry a match! bring it on, declare victory MERCUTIO 2.4.73 Nay, if our2 wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done, thy1 for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits

than, I am sure, I have in my whole five. Was I with goose joke you there for the goose? ROMEO 2.4.77 Thou wast never with me for anything when thou wast not there for the goose! as a fool MERCUTIO 2.4.79 I will bite thee by the ear for that jest! on ROMEO 2.4.80 Nay, good goose, bite not! MERCUTIO 2.4.81 Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. apple ROMEO 2.4.83 And is it not [then]2 well served into a sweet goose? isn't a sharp sauce served with MERCUTIO 2.4.85 O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an baby goat leather inch narrow to an ell broad! forty five inches ROMEO 2.4.87 I stretch it out for that word "broad", which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose! a big fat goose MERCUTIO 2.4.90 Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art well thou sociable, now art thou Romeo, now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature. For this drivelling love stupid-talking idiot, with his tongue out is like a great natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole! looking for a hole to hide his toy in BENVOLIO 2.4.96 [not in 1] Stop there, [stop there]2! MERCUTIO 2.4.97 against my wish Thou desire'st me to stop in my tale against the hair. BENVOLIO 2.4.99 Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large2! otherwise you'd, too long1 (bawdy) MERCUTIO 2.4.100 O, thou art deceived. I would have made it short, for I was come to the whole depth of my tale, taken it as far as I could (bawdy) and meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer! end it there [NURSE & PETER enter] ROMEO [sees Nurse; to Mercutio] 2.4.103 Here's goodly gear! a huge outfit (also bawdy) MERCUTIO1 [making fun of her clothes] ROMEO2 2.4.104 A sail, a sail! BENVOLIO1 MERCUTIO2 2.4.105 Two, two: a shirt and a smock. man's shirt, woman's smock NURSE 2.4.106 Peter! PETER 2.4.107 Anon! coming NURSE 2.4.108 My fan, Peter. MERCUTIO 2.4.109 Good Peter, to hide her face, for her fan's the fairer face. prettier NURSE 2.4.111 God ye good morrow, gentlemen. morning MERCUTIO 2.4.112 God ye good e'en, fair gentlewoman. afternoon NURSE 2.4.113 Is it good e'en? afternoon MERCUTIO 2.4.114 you1, vulgar 'Tis no less, I tell ye2, for the bawdy hand of the erect at dial is now upon the prick of noon.

NURSE 2.4.116 what kind of man Out upon you! What a man are you? ROMEO 2.4.117 One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to mar. injure NURSE 2.4.119 By my troth, it is well said. "For himself to mar," truth quoth he? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I said [not in 1] may find [the]2 young Romeo? ROMEO 2.4.122 I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him. I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. lack NURSE 2.4.126 You say well. well put MERCUTIO 2.4.127 Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i' faith; taken, indeed wisely, wisely. very wise NURSE 2.4.129 If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with ye1. you2 BENVOLIO [making fun of her wrong word for "conference"] 2.4.131 She will "indite" him to some supper! MERCUTIO 2.4.132 whore/hare, (a hunting call) A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! ROMEO 2.4.133 What hast thou found? MERCUTIO 2.4.134 rabbit/whore, pie for Lent No hare, sir, unless a hare, sir, in a Lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. [sings] moldy, before, done grey "An old hare hoar, And an old hare hoar, Is very good meat in Lent; But a hare that is hoar Is too much for a score, not worth paying for When it hoars ere it be spent." molds, before, eaten Romeo, will you come to your father's? We'll to dinner thither. go to, there ROMEO 2.4.144 I will follow you. MERCUTIO 2.4.145 Farewell ancient lady, farewell [sings] "lady, lady, lady." [Mercutio & Benvolio exit] NURSE 2.4.147 I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant disrespectful fellow dirty jokes was this that was so full of his ropery? ROMEO 2.4.149 A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. do NURSE 2.4.152 If1 he speak anything against me, I'll take him down, and2 1 2 if he were lustier than he is, and twenty such and , and even friskier men jacks! And if I cannot, I'll find those that shall! men, who will Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills! stupid jerk, loose girls I am none of his skains-mates! cutthroat pals [to Peter] And thou must stand by too, and just suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure! allow, jerk, make fun of me PETER 2.4.159 I saw no man use you at his pleasure. If I had, my I swear weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you!

I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. NURSE Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! [to Romeo] Pray you, sir, a word. And as I told you, my young lady bade1 me inquire you out. What she bade1 me say, I will keep to myself. But first let me tell ye, if you1 should lead her into1 a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say, For the gentlewoman is young, and therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing! ROMEO Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee NURSE Good heart, and i' faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman! ROMEO What wilt thou tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not mark me. NURSE I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. ROMEO Bid her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon, And there she shall at Friar Lawrence' cell Be shrived and married. [offers her money] Here is for thy pains. NURSE No truly sir, not a penny! ROMEO Go to, I say you shall. NURSE This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there. ROMEO And stay, good Nurse, behind the abbey wall. Within this hour my man shall be with thee And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair, Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. Farewell, be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. Farewell, commend me to thy mistress. NURSE Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir. ROMEO What say'st thou, my dear Nurse? NURSE Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say, "Two may keep counsel, putting one away"? ROMEO I+ warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. NURSE Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady, Lord, Lord, when 'twas a little prating thing! O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard. But she, good soul, had as lief see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her

chance of a good fight 2.4.164 upset bid2: asked me to find you bid2: asked me to say ye2, in2 cheat on, horrible mean trick 2.4.175 give my regards solemnly swear 2.4.177 2.4.179 did not listen to me 2.4.181 2.4.183 ask her to find some way, confession chamber give confession 2.4.187 2.4.188 I insist 2.4.189 2.4.190 wait, church servant a rope ladder peak path trustworthy, reward you give my regards 2.4.197 listen 2.4.198 2.4.199 able to keep a secret a secret, if one's not there 2.4.201 I promise you 2.4.202 babbling gladly claim her, would rather

sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer handsomer I swear man. But I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not sheet, whole "rosemary" and "Romeo" begin both with a letter? the same letter ROMEO 2.4.211 Ay, Nurse, what of that? Both with an R. NURSE 2.4.212 Ah, mocker, that's the dog's name! you mock me, a dog goes "Rrrr" R is for theno, I know it begins with some other letterand she hath the prettiest sententious of it, (she means "sentence") of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. ROMEO 2.4.216 Commend me to thy lady. my regards NURSE 2.4.217 Ay, a thousand times. [Romeo exits] Peter! PETER 2.4.218 Anon! coming NURSE 2.4.219 Before and apace. go ahead, quickly [They exit] ACT 2, SCENE 5 [Capulet house. JULIET] JULIET The clock struck nine when I did send the2 Nurse. In half an hour she promised to return. Perchance she cannot meet him. That's not so. O, she is lame! Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over louring hills. Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve Is three3 long hours, yet she is not come. Had she affections and warm youthful blood, She would be as swift in motion as a ball. My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And his to me. But old folks, many feign as they were dead, Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. [NURSE & PETER enter] O God, she comes! O honey Nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. NURSE Peter, stay at the gate. [Peter exits] JULIET Now, good sweet NurseO Lord, why look'st thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily. If good, thou shame'st the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face. NURSE I am aweary, give me leave awhile. Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt1 have I [had]1! 2.5.1 my1 perhaps, find slow, messengers 2.5.5 gloomy that's why, swift-winged, Venus' chariot, swift highest point 2.5.10 feelings toss toss her back to me 2.5.15 act like

servant 2.5.20 2.5.21 if the news is sad, tell it merrily are ruining 2.5.26 tired, leave me alone oh, jaunce2: long trip

JULIET I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news. Nay, come, I pray thee, speak! Good, good Nurse, speak! NURSE Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath? JULIET How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Is thy news good, or bad? Answer to that! Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance! Let me be satisfied: is't good or bad? NURSE Well, you have made a simple choice! You know not how to choose a man. Romeo? No, not he! Though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's, and for a hand and a foot and a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy, but I'll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench, serve God. What, have you dined at home? JULIET No, no. But all this did I know before. What says he of our marriage? What of that? NURSE Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back, o' th' other side! O, my back, my back! Beshrew your heart for sending me about To catch my death with jaunting up and down! JULIET I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love? NURSE Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a virtuous Where is your mother? JULIET Where is my mother? Why, she is within. Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest! "Your love says, like an honest gentleman, 'Where is your mother?'" NURSE O God's lady dear! Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. Is this the poultice for my2 aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. JULIET Here's such a coil! Come, what says Romeo? NURSE Have you got leave to go to shrift today? JULIET I have. NURSE Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence' cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife! Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks; They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.

2.5.28 wish 2.5.31 wait 2.5.33

you aren't telling wait for the details 2.5.40 foolish

nothing to talk about beyond comparison, model I bet he's, along girl 2.5.49 2.5.51 headache break curse, all around 2.5.56 2.5.59 I believe 2.5.62 inside what an odd reply 2.5.66 impatient, really now medicine, mine1 from now on 2.5.70 such a fuss 2.5.71 permission, confession 2.5.72 2.5.73 hurry, away, chamber waits uncontrollable turn red, immediately

Hie you to church. I must another way To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark. I am the drudge and toil in your delight, But you shall bear the burden soon at night! Go! I'll to dinner. Hie you to the cell! JULIET Hie to high fortune, honest Nurse. Farewell! [They exit] ACT 2, SCENE 6 [Church, afternoon. FRIAR & ROMEO] FRIAR So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! ROMEO Amen, amen! But come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight. Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare. It is enough I may but call her mine. FRIAR These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. [JULIET enters] Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. A lover may bestride the gossamers That idles in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall, so light is vanity. JULIET Good even to my ghostly confessor. FRIAR Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. [Romeo kisses her] JULIET As much to him, else is his thanks too much. [kisses Romeo back] ROMEO Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbor air, and let rich music's4 tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter. JULIET Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars that can count their worth. But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.

hurry, must go to your room one who works for do the work (bawdy) hurry, friar's chamber 2.5.83 bless you with good fortune

2.6.1 may heaven smile and not give us sorrow later 2.6.3 whatever sorrow comes outweigh if you'll just join our hands just 2.6.9 at their peak, gunpowder are used can make you sick in its when tasted it ruins that's how love lasts makes you as late as those path 2.6.17 walk on spider-webs float, playful earthly pleasures 2.6.21 evening, spiritual 2.6.22 2.6.23 I'll return as much thanks, otherwise he gave to much 2.6.24 scale great describe nearby, music of your speech reveal, unspoken we share, meeting 2.6.30 imagination, reality wealth

FRIAR Come, come with me, and we will make short work. For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone Till Holy Church incorporate two in one. [They exit] ACT 3, SCENE 1 [A street. MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO & Servants]

2.6.35 work quickly begging your pardons, cannot join you two in marriage

BENVOLIO 3.1.1 I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire. let's go home Capels are1: are out The day is hot, the Capulets5 abroad, And if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl, escape hot days stir our temper For now these hot days is the mad blood stirring. MERCUTIO 3.1.5 Thou art like one of these2 fellows that when he enters those1 the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the slams table and says, "God send me no need of thee!" and by the operation of the second cup, when the 2nd drink takes effect him2, draws his sword on the barkeeper draws it1 on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. BENVOLIO 3.1.11 Am I like such a fellow? MERCUTIO 3.1.12 Come, come, thou art as hot a jack in thy mood as hot-tempered, man any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. angered BENVOLIO 3.1.15 And what to? MERCUTIO [pretending he meant "two"] 3.1.16 oh no, if, two of you Nay, and there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou? soon Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What whose eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? your, seek Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as food, scrambled an egg for quarreling. Thou hast quarreled with a man for coughing in the street because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. quarrel Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another for tying jacket his new shoes with old ribbon? And yet thou wilt shoelace tutor me from quarreling? lecture BENVOLIO 3.1.32 And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should if buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. ownership MERCUTIO 3.1.35 The fee-simple! O simple! [TYBALT & other Capulets enter] BENVOLIO 3.1.36 By my head, here come the Capulets. MERCUTIO 3.1.37 By my heel, I care not! TYBALT 3.1.38 [to Capulets] Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

[to Benvolio & Mercutio] Gentlemen, good e'en. A word with one of you. MERCUTIO And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something: make it a word and a blow! TYBALT You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me occasion! MERCUTIO Could you not take some occasion without giving? TYBALT Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo MERCUTIO Consort! What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick! Here's that shall make you dance! Zounds, consort! BENVOLIO We talk here in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart! Here all eyes gaze on us. MERCUTIO Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I! [ROMEO enters] TYBALT Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man. MERCUTIO But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery! Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower! Your Worship in that sense may call him "man"! TYBALT Romeo! The love2 I bear thee can afford No better term than this: Thou art a villain! ROMEO Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore farewell. I see thou know'st me not. TYBALT Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw! ROMEO I do protest I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love. And so, good Capulet, which name I tender As dearly as mine2 own, be satisfied. MERCUTIO O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! Alla stoccato carries it away! [draws his sword] Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? TYBALT What wouldst thou have with me? MERCUTIO Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives that I mean to make bold withal,

afternoon 3.1.40 something else 3.1.42 happy if, a reason 3.1.44 make your own reason 3.1.46 hang out with Romeo 3.1.47 ensemble, musicians if disagreement/dissonance (sword) my god 3.1.51 public streets calmly discuss your complaints 3.1.55 to please anyone 3.1.57 3.1.58 damned, manservant's uniform to a dueling field, follow you manservant 3.1.61 hate1: I have so little love for you all I can say is this 3.1.63 rage you deserve for 3.1.67 3.1.69 imagine until you learn care for my5 3.1.74 what a let the best fencer win filthy cat, come here 3.1.76 3.1.77 beat

and as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the if you offend, beat rest of the eight! Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, scabbard, hurry lest mine be about your ears ere it be out! or else mine will cut off your ears TYBALT before yours is out I am for you. [draws his sword] I am ready for you 3.1.84 ROMEO 3.1.85 Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up! sword, away MERCUTIO 3.1.86 Come, sir, your passado! best stroke [They fight] ROMEO 3.1.87 Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons! disarm them Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! stop Tybalt! Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying5 in Verona streets! this bandying2, fighting Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio! [draws and tries to disarm them] [Tybalt stabs Mercutio] [A CAPULET Away, Tybalt!]+ 3.1.92 MERCUTIO I am hurt. 3.1.93 A plague o' both [your]+ houses! I am sped. death to both your families, done [Tybalt & Capulets exit] without a scratch Is he gone and hath nothing? BENVOLIO What, art thou hurt? 3.1.96 MERCUTIO 3.1.97 Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page?Go, villein, fetch a surgeon! [Page exits] servant ROMEO 3.1.99 Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much. MERCUTIO 3.1.100 No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both finished, swear your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to damn scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm! ROMEO 3.1.109 I thought all for the best. MERCUTIO 3.1.110 Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me. I have it, I've had it And soundly too. Your houses! thoroughly [All exit but Romeo] ROMEO 3.1.114 This gentleman, the Prince's near ally, close relative My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt2 fatal, wound1 In my behalf. My reputation stained With Tybalt's slander. Tybalt, that an hour for Hath been my cousin! O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate weak And in my temper softened valor's steel! BENVOLIO [re-enters] 3.1.121 O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's5 dead! risen to heaven That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, soon, leave Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

ROMEO This day's black fate on more days doth depend: This but begins the woe others2 must end. [TYBALT re-enters] BENVOLIO Here comes the furious Tybalt back again! ROMEO Alive1, in triumph! And Mercutio slain! Away to heav'n, respective lenity, And fire-eyed1 fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the "villain" back again That late thou gave'st me, for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company! Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him! TYBALT Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence! ROMEO This shall determine that! [They fight. Romeo kills Tybalt] BENVOLIO Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed! The Prince will doom thee death If thou art taken! Hence, be gone, away! ROMEO O, I am Fortune's fool! BENVOLIO Why dost thou stay? [Romeo exits]

3.1.124 will have consequences what other days1 3.1.126 3.1.127 killed respectful mercy fire and2, guide that insult 3.1.130 lately waiting for your soul go with him to heaven 3.1.135 kept company with him here shall be with him from now on 3.1.137 3.1.138 people are coming, killed dazed, sentence go away 3.1.142 fate's plaything 3.1.143

CITIZEN [enter] 3.1.144 Which way ran he that killed Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? BENVOLIO 3.1.146 There lies that Tybalt. CITIZEN Up, sir, go with me. 3.1.147 I charge thee in the Prince's name, obey! [PRINCE & Attendants, LORD & LADY MONTAGUE, LORD & LADY CAPULET, and Others enter] PRINCE 3.1.149 Where are the vile beginners of this fray? fight BENVOLIO 3.1.150 O noble Prince, I can discover all explain details The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. LADY CAPULET 3.1.154 Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! relative O Prince! O cousin! Husband! O, the blood is spilt Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, fair For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague! take O cousin, cousin! PRINCE 3.1.159 Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? BENVOLIO 3.1.160 Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay. Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade+ him bethink politely to him, bid2, reminded him trivial, How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal reminded him you'd be angry Your high displeasure. All this utterd

With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats Cold death aside and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud, "Hold, friends! Friends, part!" and swifter than his tongue His agile1 arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes, underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled, But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertained revenge, And to't they go like lightning, for, ere I Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain, And as he fell did Romeo turn and fly. This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. LADY CAPULET He is a kinsman to the Montague. Affection makes him false; he speaks not true! Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life. I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give. Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live! PRINCE Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? MONTAGUE4 Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end: The life of Tybalt. PRINCE And for that offence Immediately we do exile him hence. I have an interest in your hate's1 proceeding: My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding. But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine! I1 will be deaf to pleading and excuses. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses. Therefore use none! Let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last! Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. [All exit] ACT 3, SCENE 2 [Capulet house. JULIET] JULIET Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging. Such a wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaways' eyes may wink, and Romeo

on bent knee calm down, temper 3.1.165 thrusts angry, draws his sword military skill, defends against death 3.1.170 skill avoids knocks aside, swords 3.1.175 rushes between them vicious brave soon only then considered 3.1.180 before bold flee I swear on my life 3.1.185 lie feud only 3.1.191 Mercutio's 3.1.193 crime, only 3.1.196 banish him from Verona hearts'2 relative, barbaric punish, heavy 3.1.200 regret buy your way out of this go away 3.1.205 carry away, come to hear more just causes more

3.2.1 fast, horse the sun god's home, driver the sun god's sun 3.2.5 those horses eyes may close

Leap to these arms, untalked-of and unseen. without being talked about love making Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By4 their own beauties. Or, if love be blind, And by2: by the light of It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, love likes night best, solemn Thou sober-suited matron all in black, somberly dressed 3.2.11 And learn me how to lose a winning match teach, win by losing this game Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. our virginities Hood my unmanned blood, bating in my cheeks, cover, untamed, fluttering With thy black mantle till strange love grow bold, cloak, my shy love 3.2.15 acted in foolish modesty Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night. Come, Romeo. Come thou day in night. For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon2 a raven's back. on+ 3.2.20 Come gentle night. Come loving black-browed night. black faced I2 Give me my Romeo, and when he+ shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heav'n so fine 3.2.25 That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. gaudy O, I have bought the mansion of a love called love occupied But not possessed it, and though I am sold, Not yet enjoyed. So tedious is this day enjoyed by my new owner, long As is the night before some festival 3.2.31 clothes To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them. O, here comes my Nurse, And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. just [NURSE enters with rope-ladder] Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there? The cords 3.2.37 That Romeo bid thee fetch? NURSE Ay, ay, the cords. 3.2.40 JULIET 3.2.41 Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE 3.2.42 Ah, weraday! He's dead, he's dead, he's dead! woe the day We are undone, lady, we are undone! ruined Alack the day! He's gone, he's killed, he's dead! JULIET 3.2.45 Can heaven be so envious? vicious NURSE Romeo can, 3.2.46 Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo! JULIET 3.2.49 What devil art thou that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roared in dismal hell! Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but "ay" just And that bare vowel "I" shall poison more be more poisonous to myself Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice! deadly eye, a mythical serpent I am not I if there be such an "ay", I'll no longer be myself 3.2.54 Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer "ay". or if Romeo's eyes are shut If he be slain, say "ay", or if not, "no"! Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe! those brief words, happiness NURSE 3.2.58 I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes God save the markhere on his manly breast. God save me A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse, pitiful corpse Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaubed in blood, covered gory, fainted All in gore-blood. I swoond at the sight.

JULIET O, break, my heart! Poor bankrupt, break at once! To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty! Vile earth to earth resign! End motion here! And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier! NURSE O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever I should live to see thee dead! JULIET What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughtered and is Tybalt dead? My dearest cousin, and my dearer lord? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living, if those two are gone? NURSE Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banishd. Romeo that killed him, he is banishd. JULIET O God! Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? NURSE1 It did, it did, alas the day, it did! JULIET1 O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical! Dove-feathered raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb! Despisd substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st. A damnd4 saint, an honorable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! NURSE There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men. All perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah, where's my man? Give me some aqua vitae. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Shame come to Romeo! JULIET Blistered be thy tongue For such a wish! He was not born to shame! Upon his brow2 shame is ashamed to sit, For 'tis a throne where honor may be crowned Sole monarch of the universal earth! O, what a beast was I to chide at him! NURSE Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin? JULIET Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have killed my husband. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring! Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.

3.2.63 ruined heart my earthly body, rest, life my body, lay on, funeral bed 3.2.67

3.2.70 much grief husband end of the world 3.2.75 banished from Verona 3.2.77 JULIET2 3.2.78 3.2.79 disguised, lovely beautiful wolf-like lamb reality of heavenly appearance dim2 3.2.85 what were you doing enclose, devil such lovely human form was there ever a with such a beautiful cover 3.2.92 liars deceitful, worthless, false servant, brandy shame on Romeo 3.2.99 face1 3.2.103 criticize 3.2.105 3.2.106 husband why 3.2.110 back into my eyes stream of

My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain, 3.2.115 And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then? why Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murdered me. I would forget it fain, gladly 3.2.120 But O, it presses to my memory Like damnd guilty deeds to sinners' minds. "Tybalt is dead, and Romeo...banishd." That "banishd," that one word "banishd" Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death 3.2.125 Was woe enough if it had ended there. Or if sour woe delights in fellowship wants company must be accompanied And needly will be ranked with other griefs, Why followed not, when she said "Tybalt's dead," Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, 3.2.130 Which modern lamentation might have moved? a normal amount of sadness But with a rearward following Tybalt's death, those words "Romeo is banishd." To speak that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, is like saying All slain, all dead! "Romeo is banishd!" 3.2.135 There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, measurement, boundary In that word's death. No words can that woe sound. in the death that brings, Where is2 my father and my mother, Nurse? are1, express that woe NURSE 3.2.139 Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse. corpse Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. there JULIET 3.2.141 Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent used up When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguiled, pick up that rope-ladder, cheated Both you and I, for Romeo is exiled. He made you for a highway to my bed, 3.2.147 virgin, will die a virgin widow But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Come, cords. Come, Nurse, I'll to my wedding-bed, And Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! will take my virginity NURSE 3.2.151 Hie to your chamber. I'll find Romeo hurry, bedroom To comfort you. I wot well where he is. know Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night. listen I'll to him. He is hid at Lawrence' cell. go to JULIET 3.2.155 O, find him! Give this ring to my true knight, [hands her a ring] And bid him come to take his last farewell. [They exit] ACT 3, SCENE 3 [Church, that night. FRIAR, ROMEO] FRIAR Romeo, come forth. Come forth, thou fearful man. Affliction is enamored of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. ROMEO Father, what news? What is the Prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not? 3.3.1 come in suffering is in love with you married to misfortune 3.3.4 punishment wishes to meet me

FRIAR Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company. I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom. ROMEO What less than doomsday is the Prince's doom? FRIAR A gentler judgment vanished from his lips: Not body's death, but body's banishment. ROMEO Ha! Banishment? Be merciful, say "death"! For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death! Do not say "banishment"! FRIAR Hence from Verona art thou banishd. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. ROMEO There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself! Hence "banishd" is "banish'd from the world," And world's exile is death! Then "banishd" Is death mis-termed. Calling death "banishd," Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe And smile'st upon the stroke that murders me. FRIAR O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince, Taking thy part, hath rushed aside the law And turned that black word "death" to "banishment." This is dear mercy, and thou see'st it not. ROMEO 'Tis torture, and not mercy! Heav'n is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not. More validity, More honorable state, more courtship lives In carrion-flies than Romeo. They my seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing2 from her lips, Who even in pure and vestal modesty Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. But Romeo may not; he is banishd. Flies may do this, but I from this must fly. They are free men, but I am banishd. And say'st thou yet that exile is not death? Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But "banishd" to kill me? "Banishd"? O Friar, the damnd use that word in hell! Howling attends it! How hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend professed, To mangle me with that word "banishd"? FRIAR Thou1 fond madman, hear me but speak a word1. ROMEO O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. FRIAR I'll give thee armor to keep off that word:

3.3.7 news, sentence 3.3.10 short of 3.3.11 passed your 3.3.13 what (not laughing) 3.3.16 away 3.3.18 outside therefore, means exile from the world means misnamed 3.3.25 crime is punishable by taking your side, brushed 3.3.31

value 3.3.35 status, courtliness common flies, land heavenly, kisses1 virginal 3.3.40 always, kisses to each other a flee 3.3.45 no matter how dishonorable other than damned souls 3.3.50 accompanies priest, spiritual one who calls himself my friend tear me apart 3.3.55 then2, foolish, a little speak2 3.3.56 3.3.57 protection

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banishd. ROMEO 3.3.60 Yet "banishd"? Hang up philosophy! damn Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a Prince's doom, move, sentence It helps not, it prevails not! Talk no more! it has no power FRIAR 3.3.64 O, then I see that madmen1 have no ears. ROMEO 3.3.65 why How should they when that wise men have no eyes? FRIAR 3.3.66 Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. reason with you about your situation ROMEO 3.3.67 Thou canst not speak of that2 thou dost not feel! what1 Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, and Juliet were your love An hour but married, Tybalt murderd, Doting like me, and like me banishd, in love like me Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair tear out And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. measurement of my [NURSE knocks at door] FRIAR 3.3.75 Arise. One knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. ROMEO 3.3.76 Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans, my brokenhearted groans Mist-like, enfold me from the search of eyes. hides me in its mist [Knocking] FRIAR 3.3.78 Hark, how they knock!Who's there?Romeo, arise, Thou wilt be taken! [Knocking] Stay awhile!Stand up, wait a minute Run to my study! [Knocking] By and by!God's will, just a minute What simpleness is this! foolishness [Knocking] I come, I come! Who knocks so hard? Whence come you? What's your will? from where, NURSE [outside] what do you want Let me come in, and you shall know my errand. 3.3.85 I come from Lady Juliet. FRIAR [opens door] Welcome then! 3.3.87 NURSE [enters] 3.3.88 O Holy Friar, O, tell me, Holy Friar, where's2, husband Where is1 my lady's lord? Where's Romeo? FRIAR 3.3.90 There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. NURSE 3.3.92 O, he is even in my mistress' case, in the same condition as Juliet Just in her case! O woeful sympathy! same condition Piteous predicament! Even so lies she, pitiful, she lies the same way Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. [to Romeo] Stand up, stand up! Stand, and you be a man! if For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand! Why should you fall into so deep an O? groaning ROMEO 3.3.99 Nurse! NURSE Ah sir, ah sir! Death's the end of all. all of us 3.3.100 ROMEO 3.3.101 Spake'st thou of Juliet? How is it with her?

Doth she not think me an old murderer, ruined the beginning Now I have stained the childhood of our joy With blood removed but little from her own? of her close relative Where is she? And how doth she? And what says My concealed lady to our cancelled love? secret bride about NURSE 3.3.107 O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps, And now falls on her bed, and then starts up, And "Tybalt" calls, and then on Romeo cries, calls out "Tybalt", about And then down falls again. my name 3.3.111 ROMEO As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, aim Did murder1 her, as that name's cursd hand Murdered her kinsman! O, tell me, Friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy my body Doth my name lodge2? Tell me, that I may sack lie1: live, pillage The hateful mansion! [tries to stab himself] hated place FRIAR Hold thy desperate hand! 3.3.118 Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art! you look like you are Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote1 seem like The unreasonable fury of a beast! Unseemly woman in a seeming man, improper, what looks like a man And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! unnatural, for looking like both Thou hast amazed me! By my holy order, I thought thy disposition better tempered. character, balanced 3.3.125 Hast thou slain Tybalt! Wilt thou slay thyself? so you've killed Tybalt And slay thy lady that in thy life lives1, wife who is one with your life By doing damnd hate upon thyself? committing suicide complain, soul, body Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heav'n and earth, Since birth and heav'n and earth, all three do meet soul, body 3.3.130 In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose? Fie, fie, thou shame'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit, disgrace, body, mind Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, moneylender, surrounded, possessions And usest none in that true use indeed for their proper purpose Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. improve, body, mind Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, body, figure 3.3.136 Digressing from the valor of a man; lacking the courage Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury, you've sworn is just an empty lie Killing that love which thou hast vowed to cherish; Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, mind, body 3.3.140 Misshapen in the conduct of them both, mistaken in the guidance Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, gunpowder, unskilled, powder-horn Is set afire by thine own ignorance, blown apart, weapon And thou dismembered with thine own defense! What, rouse thee, man! Thy Juliet is alive, cheer up 3.3.145 For whose dear sake thou wert1 but lately dead. wast2: just now wished to be dead There art thou happy! Tybalt would kill thee, you are fortunate But thou slew'st Tybalt. There are thou happy! you are fortunate The law that threatened death becomes thy friend And turns it to exile. There art thou happy! you are fortunate 3.3.150 A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back; many blessings are on you Happiness courts thee in her best array; good fortune, clothes But, like a misbehaved1 and sullen wench, sulking girl Thou pouts+ upon1 thy fortune and thy love. frownst1 Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. be careful, such people Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, you planned 3.3.156 Ascend her chamber. Hence and comfort her. climb into her bedroom, go on be sure, night guards go on duty But look thou stay not till the watch be set, leave For then thou canst not pass to Mantua,

Where thou shalt live till we can find a time find the right time 3.3.160 announce, families To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went'st forth in lamentation. sorrow 3.3.164 [to Nurse] Go before, Nurse. Commend me to thy lady, ahead, my regards And bid her hasten all the house to bed, urge everyone to bed early Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto. ready to do Romeo is coming. NURSE 3.3.169 O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night To hear good counsel. O, what learning is! advice, education [to Romeo] My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come! ROMEO 3.3.172 sweetheart, scold me Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. NURSE 3.3.173 Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir. [hands him the ring] Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late! [exits] hurry ROMEO 3.3.175 How well my comfort is revived by this! spirit FRIAR 3.3.176 Go hence, good night, and here stands all your state: all depends on this Either be gone before the watch be set night guards go on duty by dawn leave in disguise Or by the break of day disguised3 from hence. Sojourn in Mantua. I'll find out your man, stay, find your servant And he shall signify from time to time bring messages Every good hap to you that chances here. all good news, happens Give me thy hand. 'Tis late. Farewell. Good night. ROMEO 3.3.184 But that a joy past joy calls out on me, if it weren't for a joy beyond joys It were a grief, so brief to part with thee. that calls me away, it would be Farewell. sad to leave you in such hurry [They exit] ACT 3, SCENE 4 [Capulet house. LORD & LADY CAPULET, PARIS] CAPULET Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily That we have had no time to move our daughter. Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I. Well, we were born to die. 'Tis very late. She'll not come down tonight. I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. PARIS These times of woe afford no time1 to woo. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. LADY CAPULET I will, and know her mind early tomorrow. Tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness. CAPULET Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love. I think she will be1 ruled In all respects by me. Nay, more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed, Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love, 3.4.1 persuade come down from her room if not in bed 3.4.8 allow, times2 give my regards 3.4.11 I'll know what she thinks closed off in her sorrow 3.4.13 bold offer before tell, son-in-law

And bid hermark you me?on Wednesday next But soft, what day is this? PARIS Monday, my lord. CAPULET Monday! Ha, ha. Well, Wednesday is too soon. O' Thursday let it be. [to her] O' Thursday, tell her, She shall be married to this noble earl! [to him] Will you be ready? Do you like this haste? We'll keep2 no great ado, a friend or two, For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, It may be thought we held him carelessly, Being our kinsman, if we revel much. Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? PARIS My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow! CAPULET Well get you gone. O' Thursday be it, then! [to her] Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day. [to him] Farewell, my lord. [to Servant] Light to my chamber, ho! [to him] Afore me, it is so very late that we May call it early by and by. Good night. [They exit] ACT 3, SCENE 5 [Juliet's bedroom, dawn. ROMEO & JULIET] JULIET Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon1 pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. ROMEO It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. JULIET Yon1 light is not daylight, I know it, I. It is some meteor that the sun exhaled+, To be to thee this night a torchbearer And light thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet. Thou need'st not to be gone. ROMEO Let me be ta'en; let me be put to death. I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye; 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow. Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heav'n so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come death, and welcome; Juliet wills it so! How is't, my soul? Let's talk. It is not day.

are you listening wait 3.4.21 3.4.22 ah (not laughing) approve, speed make1: not have a big affair listen, recently thought little of him celebrate that's all 3.4.32 wish 3.4.33 before for bring lights, room oh my soon

3.5.1 you heard yond2: that 3.5.6 streaks of light pierce the clouds stars, jolly 3.5.12 yond2: that

3.5.17 captured if that grey light reflection of the moon's face song rises to 3.5.22 desire, willpower wishes how are you, my love

JULIET [realizing it is late] 3.5.26 hurry away It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division. music This doth not so, for she divideth us! separates 3.5.30 Some say the lark and loathd toad changed+ eyes. ugly, change2: exchanged O, now I would they had changed voices too, wish, exchanged Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, from each other's arms, tear us chasing, away, morning call Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. O, now be gone! More light and light it grows. ROMEO 3.5.36 More light and light, more dark and dark our woes! the lighter it grows NURSE [enters] the darker our woes Madam! 3.5.37 JULIET 3.5.38 Nurse? NURSE 3.5.39 Your lady mother is coming to your chamber! room The day is broke. Be wary. Look about! [exits] it's daybreak, careful, watch out JULIET 3.5.41 Then, window, let day in, and let life out! ROMEO 3.5.42 Farewell, farewell! One kiss, and I'll descend. [goes down] JULIET 3.5.43 Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay, husband, friend! and every hour I must hear from thee every day in the hour, For in a minute there are many days. O, by this count I shall be much in years very old Ere I again behold my Romeo! before, see ROMEO 3.5.48 Farewell! miss no chance I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. to send JULIET 3.5.51 O think'st thou we shall ever meet again? ROMEO 3.5.52 I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve of these woes we'll For sweet discourses in our time5 to come. times2: talk and laugh years from now 1 JULIET 3.5.54 O God, I have an ill-divining soul! bad feeling Methinks I see thee, now thou art below1, I think, so low2 As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. mine1 Either my2 eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. ROMEO 3.5.58 And trust me, love, in my eye so do you. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! [exits] thirsty, drains, farewell JULIET 3.5.60 O Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee fickle. quick to change your mind If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him what do you want with him That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune, well known for faithfulness For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back! LADY CAPULET [off-stage] Ho, daughter, are you up? 3.5.65 JULIET 3.5.66 Who is't that calls? It is my lady mother. Is she not down so late, or up so early? still awake unusual event brings, here What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?

LADY CAPULET [enters] Why, how now, Juliet? JULIET Madam, I am not well. LADY CAPULET Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live. Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. JULIET Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. LADY CAPULET So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. JULIET Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. LADY CAPULET Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughtered him. JULIET What villain madam? LADY CAPULET That same villain Romeo. JULIET [aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder. [to her] God pardon him4. I do, with all my heart. And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. LADY CAPULET That is because the traitor murd'rer lives. JULIET Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! LADY CAPULET We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not! Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram That he shall soon keep Tybalt company. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. JULIET Indeed, I never shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him...dead... Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vexed. Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temper it, That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors To hear him named and cannot come to him To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that hath slaughtered him! LADY CAPULET Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl! JULIET And joy comes well in such a needy time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? LADY CAPULET Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child, One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,

3.5.69 how are you 3.5.70 3.5.71 still stop crying, a little foolishness 3.5.77 deep 3.5.78 but Tybalt whom you weep for cannot feel the loss so much 3.5.80 for the 3.5.82 as because that villain 3.5.84 3.5.85 3.5.86 he's miles from being a villain anger me / my heart miss 3.5.89 3.5.90 beyond I wish I alone, avenge 3.5.92 send a message to someone fugitive who will, strange drink (poison) 3.5.98 cousin dead / husband exiled find such a man carry the, mix / dilute receiving it die / sleep, hates 3.5.105 avenge / give, held for 3.5.108 poison news 3.5.110 3.5.112 caring end your sorrow

Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy That thou expects not, nor I looked not for. JULIET Madam, in happy time! What day is that? LADY CAPULET Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride! JULIET Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride! I wonder at this haste, that I must wed Ere he that should be husband comes to woo! I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet! And, when I do, I swear, It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather than Paris. These are news indeed! LADY CAPULET Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. [CAPULET & NURSE enter] CAPULET When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew, But for the sunset of my brother's son It rains downright. How now, a conduit, girl? What, still in tears? Evermore showering? In one little body Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind, For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears. The bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood. The winds, thy sighs, Who, raging with thy tears and they with them, Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossd body.How now, wife! Have you delivered to her our decree? LADY CAPULET Ay, sir, but she will none; she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! CAPULET Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife. How! Will she none? Doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom5? JULIET Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, But thankful even for hate that is meant love. CAPULET How, how2, how, how2? Chopped logic? What is this? "Proud" and "I thank you" and "I thank you not" And yet "not proud"? Mistress minion you, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither! Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage! You tallow-face!

has arranged expected 3.5.116 good 3.5.117 well, morning Count 3.5.121 am shocked before

3.5.129 take it from you 3.5.131 death what's this, fountain still 3.5.135 imitate, boat body 3.5.140 unless there's, capsize storm-tossed told her our decision 3.5.144 she'll have none of it wish 3.5.146 wait, explain this to me have none of it happy, consider herself blessed arranged bride2: make her a bride 3.5.151 I'm not happy that but I'm, you meant for me to 3.5.154 now5, now5, quibbling spoiled hussy prepare your fine self for cart, there 3.5.160 rotten thing, good-for-nothing coward

LADY CAPULET Fie, fie. What, are you mad? JULIET Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word. CAPULET Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch! I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday, Or never after look me in the face! Speak not, reply not, do not answer me! My fingers itch!Wife, we scarce thought us blest That God had lent us but this only child, But now I see this one is one too much, And that we have a curse in having her. Out on her, hilding! NURSE God in heav'n bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so! CAPULET And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue, Good Prudence! Smatter with your gossips, go! NURSE I speak no treason CAPULET O, God 'i' good e'en! NURSE May not one speak? CAPULET Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's1 bowl, For here we need it not! LADY CAPULET You are too hot! CAPULET God's bread! It makes me mad! Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been To have her matched. And having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly liened2, Stuffed, as they say, with honorable parts, Proportioned as one's thought would wish a man; And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer "I'll not wed; I cannot love, I am too young, I pray you pardon me!" [to Juliet] But if1 you will not wed, I'll "pardon" you: Graze where you will, you shall not house with me! Look to't. Think on't. I do not use to jest! Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart. Advise. If1 you be mine, I'll give you to my friend. If1 you be not, hang! Beg! Starve! Die in the streets! For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee! Nor what is mine shall never do thee good! Trust to't. Bethink you. I'll not be forsworn! [exits] JULIET Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month! A week! Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

shame on you 3.5.163 3.5.164 3.5.166 damn, good-for-nothing look at me shut up, don't talk back I'll hit you, thought ourselves blest given 3.5.172 damn her, worthless creature 3.5.176 scold 3.5.178 Miss Know-It-All, chatter, gossipy old ladies 3.5.180 nothing disloyal get on with you 3.5.181 3.5.182 3.5.183 wisdom in your gossip circle upset 3.5.186 3.5.187 damn it season, at work with, all I think about is getting her married 3.5.191 "dimins": estates, well connected / trained1, qualities handsome, one could whimpering doll, receiving good fortune 3.5.197 and2 3.5.199 go eat, stay in this house joke look in your, consider it and2, if you're my daughter and2, if you're not 3.5.204 you as my daughter will you get anything from me think on it, take back my words 3.5.208 in heaven depth don't send me away tomb

LADY CAPULET Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [exits] JULIET O God! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven. How shall that faith return again to earth Unless that husband send it me from heaven By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me! Alack, alack, that heav'n should practice stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself! What say'st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse. NURSE Faith, here it is. Romeo is banished, and all the world to nothing That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you, Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the County. O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dish-clout to him. An eagle, madam, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match, For it excels your first; or if it did not, Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were As living here and you no use of him. JULIET Speakest thou from thy heart? NURSE And from my soul too, else beshrew them both. JULIET Amen. NURSE What? JULIET Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much. Go in and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeased my father, to Lawrence' cell, To make confession and to be absolved. NURSE Merry, I will; and this is wisely done. [exits] JULIET Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which she hath praised him with above compare So many thousand times? Go, counselor. Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. I'll to the Friar to know his remedy. If all else fail, myself have power to die. [exits] ACT 4, SCENE 1 [Church, later that day. FRIAR & PARIS] FRIAR On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.

3.5.214 do what you will 3.5.216 alive, marriage vow sworn can I marry again dying, advise 3.5.220 set traps weak, person 3.5.225 you can bet the world claim he'll have to do it in secret so, the way things stand Count Paris 3.5.230 dishrag compared to him curse me if I'm wrong fortunate, marriage 3.5.235 is better than as good as dead on earth, never able to see you 3.5.239 3.5.240 curse 3.5.241 3.5.242 3.5.243 mother forgiven 3.5.247 3.5.248 cursed old woman to break my wedding vow criticize, husband beyond comparison 3.5.252 you'll never hear my secrets kill myself

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PARIS 4.1.2 father-in-law My father Capulet will have it so, And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. not unwilling to slow him down FRIAR 4.1.4 You say you do not know the lady's mind? thoughts on this Uneven is the course. I like it not. this is too irregular PARIS 4.1.6 Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, excessively And therefore have I little talked1 of love, talk2 the god of love For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous considers That she doth1 give her sorrow so much sway, do2, let sorrow overwhelm her hurries 4.1.11 And in his wisdom hastes our marriage To stop the inundation of her tears, flood she thinks about too much when Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by society. being with others may help her forget Now do you know the reason of this haste. FRIAR 4.1.16 [aside] I would I knew not why it should be slowed. wish, postponed [JULIET enters] Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell. PARIS 4.1.18 Happily met, my lady and my wife! JULIET 4.1.19 That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. PARIS 4.1.20 That "may be" must be, love, on Thursday next. my love JULIET 4.1.21 What must be shall be. FRIAR That's a certain text. that's true 4.1.22 PARIS 4.1.23 Come you to make confession to the Friar1? this Father2 JULIET 4.1.24 To answer that, I should confess to you. I would be confessing to you PARIS 4.1.25 Do not deny to him that you love me. JULIET 4.1.26 I will confess to you that I love him. PARIS 4.1.27 So will you1, I am sure, that you love me. ye2 JULIET 4.1.28 If I do so, it will be of more price value Being spoke behind your back than to your face. PARIS 4.1.30 Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. streaked JULIET 4.1.31 The tears have got small victory by that, For it was bad enough before their spite. the tears PARIS 4.1.33 Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. you wrong your face, statement JULIET 4.1.34 That is no slander, sir, which is a truth, lie And what I spake, I spake it to my face. about my face PARIS 4.1.36 Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it. JULIET 4.1.37 It may be so, for it is not mine own. free [to Friar] Are you at leisure, Holy Father, now, Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

FRIAR My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. [to him] My lord, we must entreat the time alone. PARIS God shield I should disturb devotion! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you+. Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss. [kisses her, exits]

4.1.40 I'm free now, troubled ask for 4.1.42 forbid, religious devotion ye2, wake you (with music)

JULIET 4.1.45 O, shut the door, and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help! FRIAR 4.1.47 know the cause of your grief O Juliet, I already know thy grief. It strains me past the compass of my wits. I'm at my wit's end nothing can delay it I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this County. Count Paris JULIET 4.1.51 Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear'st of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it! If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, 4.1.54 And with this knife I'll help it presently! now [threatens to stab herself] you joined our hands God joined my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo's sealed, before my hand, that you Shall be the label to another deed, seal, wedding contract Or my true heart with treacherous revolt rebelliously 4.1.59 Turn to another, this shall slay them both! betrays him, knife, hand & heart long life of experience Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time Give me some present counsel, or behold: advice now, watch 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife between my despair Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that judge, concluding Which the commission of thy years and art your wisdom 4.1.65 Could to no issue of true honor bring! not bring an honorable solution Be not so long to speak! I long to die speak now, I want to die If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy! if you offer no solution FRIAR 4.1.69 Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope, stop, see Which craves as desperate an execution requires, act As that is desperate which we would prevent. this desperate act, want to If, rather than to marry County Paris, Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake avoid A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop'st with Death himself to 'scape from it; faces death, escape And if thou dare'st, I'll give thee remedy. give you this remedy JULIET 4.1.78 tell me to O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of any2 tower, yonder1 Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk walk in dark alleyways, go Where serpents are. Chain me with roaring bears, snakes Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house mortuary O'er-covered quite with dead men's rattling bones, covered up With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls. stinking limbs, jawless Or bid me go into a new-made grave 4.1.85 And hide me with a dead man in his shroud4 burial cloth Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble myself say them And I will do it without fear or doubt, loyal To live an unstained wife to my sweet love.

FRIAR 4.1.91 wait, agree Hold, then. Go home, be merry. Give consent To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow. Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone. be sure to sleep alone Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. bedroom Take thou this vial, being then in bed, little bottle, once you're in bed And this distilling liquor drink thou off. drink all the liquid 4.1.96 When presently through all thy veins shall run soon A cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse fluid keep beating, stop Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. No warmth, no breath1 shall testify thou live'st. show you're alive 4.1.100 The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade rosiness pale grey, eyelids will close To paly4 ashes. Thy eyes' windows fall Like Death when he shuts up the day of life. closes part of you, unable to move Each part, deprived of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death. rigid 4.1.105 And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death death-like appearance Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, forty two hours And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes Paris to wake you 4.1.110 To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead. Then, as the manner of our country is, custom In thy best robes, uncovered on the bier funeral bed shall2, carried, tomb Thou shalt3 be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. family In the meantime, against thou shalt awake, in preparation for you waking Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift plan 4.1.116 And hither shall he come, and he and I here watch you wake Will watch thy waking3, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. take you away And this shall free thee from this present shame, 4.1.120 If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear you don't change your mind or let Abate thy valor in the acting it. interfere with, courage, following the plan JULIET 4.1.123 Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! give me the vial FRIAR [gives her the vial] 4.1.124 Hold. Get you gone. Be strong and prosperous here, In this resolve. I'll send a friar with speed determined, quickly To Mantua with my letters to thy lord. husband JULIET 4.1.127 Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford! give me help Farewell, dear Father! [They exit] ACT 4, SCENE 2 [Capulet house, almost night. LORD & LADY CAPULET, NURSE & SERVANTS] CAPULET [handing a paper to 1st Servant] So many guests, invite as here are writ. [1st Servant exits] Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2nd SERVANT You shall have none ill, sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. CAPULET How canst thou try them so? 4.2.1 invite the guests written here skilled 4.2.3 you'll get no bad ones test them to see if 4.2.5 how does that test them

2nd SERVANT 4.2.6 bad (proverb) Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. Therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. CAPULET 4.2.9 Go, be gone. [2nd Servant exits] We shall be much unfurnished for this time. are very unprepared, event [to Nurse] What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence? NURSE 4.2.12 Ay, forsooth. truly CAPULET 4.2.13 Well, he may chance to do some good on her. A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. unruly, willful tramp she is [JULIET enters] NURSE 4.2.15 look, here, confession See where she comes from shrift with merry look. CAPULET 4.2.16 How now, my headstrong! Where have you been stubborn girl gadding? wandering JULIET 4.2.18 Where I have learned me to repent the sin learned to be sorry for Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoined commands, told By Holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here fall to my knees forgive me To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you. Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. from now on, will always be CAPULET 4.2.24 Send for the County! Go tell him of this! I'll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning! wedding knot tied JULIET 4.2.26 I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell the appropriate amount of love And gave him what becomd love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. CAPULET 4.2.29 Why, I am glad on't! This is well! Stand up! This is as't should be!Let me see the County! Ay, marry! Go, I say, and fetch him hither. here Now, afore God, this reverend Holy Friar, before God All our whole city is much bound to him. obliged JULIET 4.2.34 Nurse, will you go with me into my closet choose what To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow? to wear LADY CAPULET 4.2.37 wait till, there's no rush No, not till Thursday. There is time enough. CAPULET 4.2.38 Go, Nurse, go with her. We'll to church tomorrow. [Juliet & Nurse exit] LADY CAPULET 4.2.39 We shall be short in our provision. we won't have enough food or drink 'Tis now near night! almost CAPULET Tush, I will stir about, nonsense, I'll get things going 4.2.41 And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife. I promise Go thou to Juliet. Help to deck up her. get her ready I'll not to bed tonight. Let me alone. go to bed, leave it to me I'll play the housewife for this once. [calling for servants] What, ho! They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself out up him2 4.2.47 To County Paris to prepare him up5

Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed! [They exit] ACT 4, SCENE 3 [Juliet's bedroom, that night. JULIET & NURSE] JULIET Ay, those attires are best. But gentle Nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself tonight, For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. LADY CAPULET [enters] What, are you busy, ho? Need you my help? JULIET No, madam. We have culled such necessaries As are behoveful for our state tomorrow. So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the Nurse this night sit up with you; For I am sure you have your hands full all In this so sudden business. LADY CAPULET Good night. Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need. [They exit] JULIET Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins That almost freezes up the heat of life. I'll call them back again to comfort me. Nurse!What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, vial. What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then tomorrow morning? No, no, this shall forbid it. [takes a dagger and puts it by the bed] Lie thou there. What if it be a poison, which the Friar Subtly hath ministered to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored Because he married me before to Romeo? I fear it is, and yet methinks it should not, For he hath still been tried a holy man. How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point! Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Or if I live, is it not very like The horrible conceit of death and night, Together with the terror of the place... As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Of all my buried ancestors are packed; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies festering in his shroud; where as they say, At some hours in the night spirits resort...

for, I am lighthearted has been set straight

4.3.1 clothes leave me alone prayers encourage, situation conflicted 4.3.6 4.3.7 picked out everything as needed for the ceremony stay with you 4.3.13 4.3.14 fainting cold fear rushing freezes me to death dreadful 4.3.20

4.3.25 cunningly, administered otherwise I think always proven himself 4.3.30 get me, frightening suffocated, tomb fresh 4.3.35 before isn't it likely thoughts tomb 4.3.40 just recently buried rotting haunt 4.3.45

Alack, alack, is it not like that I, not likely waking too early, awful So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, a plant with magic power That living mortals, hearing them, run mad... people, go mad O, if I wake4, shall I not be distraught, mad 4.3.50 Environd with all these hideous fears? surrounded And madly play with my forefathers' joints? ancestors' bones And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? pull And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, madness As with a club, dash out my desperate brains? 4.3.55 I think O look! Methinks I see my cousin's ghost Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body stab sword, stop Upon a rapier's point! Stay, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, I come! This do1 I drink to thee. Romeo, Romeo, Romeo. Here's drink.2 [She drinks then falls in bed within the curtains] ACT 4, SCENE 4 [Capulet house, before dawn. LADY CAPULET & NURSE] LADY CAPULET 4.4.1 Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse. NURSE 4.4.2 are asking, fruit, pastry room They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. CAPULET [enters] 4.4.3 Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crowed; move it, rooster The curfew-bell hath rung; 'tis three o'clock. Look to the baked meats, good Angelica. take care of don't be cheap Spare not for the cost. NURSE2 Go, you cot-quean, go, LADY CAPULET+, housewife 4.4.7 Get you to bed. Faith, You'll be sick tomorrow For this night's watching. staying awake tonight CAPULET 4.4.10 No, not a whit. What! I have watched ere now bit, stayed awake before All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. a woman LADY CAPULET 4.4.12 Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time, woman chaser But I will watch you from such watching now! stay awake to keep, late nights [Lady Capulet & Nurse exit] CAPULET 4.4.14 woman A jealous hood, a jealous hood! [SERVANTS enter with logs, baskets, etc.] Now, fellow, what is there? 1st SERVANT 4.4.17 Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what. CAPULET 4.4.18 Make haste, make haste! [1st Servant exits] hurry up [to 2nd Servant] Sirrah, fetch drier logs. Call Peter. He will show thee where they are. 2nd SERVANT 4.4.21 I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, good head for finding And never trouble Peter for the matter. I won't have to CAPULET 4.4.23 Mass, and well said! A merry whoreson, ha! good, witty fellow Thou shalt be loggerhead! [2nd Servant exits] "blockhead" Good faith4, 'tis day! The County will be here with music straight, musicians right away For so he said he would.

[Music outside] I hear him near. Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, Nurse, I say! [NURSE re-enters] Go waken Juliet. Go and trim her up! I'll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste, Make haste! The bridegroom he is come already! Make haste, I say! [They exit] ACT 4, SCENE 5 [Juliet's bedroom. NURSE, JULIET within the bed curtains] NURSE Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!Fast, I warrant her, she. Why, lamb! Why, lady! Fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride! What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest That you shall rest but little! God forgive me, Marry, and amen.How sound is she asleep! I must needs wake her.Madam, madam, madam! Ay, let the County take you in your bed! He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be? [opens the bed curtains] What, dressed? And in your clothes? And down again? I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady's dead! O, weraday that ever I was born! Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady! LADY CAPULET [enters] What noise is here? NURSE O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET What is the matter? NURSE Look, look! O heavy day! LADY CAPULET O me, O me! My child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help! Call help! CAPULET [enters] For shame, bring Juliet forth! Her lord is come. NURSE She's dead, deceased! She's dead! Alack the day! LADY CAPULET Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! CAPULET Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! She's cold! Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff! Life and these lips have long been separated! Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. NURSE O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET O woeful time! CAPULET Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

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[FRIAR, PARIS & MUSICIANS enter] FRIAR Come, is the bride ready to go to church? CAPULET Ready to go, but never to return. O son! The night before thy wedding day Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law; Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all: life, living, all is Death's. PARIS Have I thought long1 to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? LADY CAPULET [all speak together] Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw In lasting labor of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catched it from my sight! NURSE [together] O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day, most woeful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O day, O day, O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this! O woeful day, O woeful day! PARIS [together] Beguiled, divorcd, wrongd, spited, slain! Most detestable death, by thee beguiled, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life! Not life, but love in death! CAPULET [together] Despised, distressd, hated, martyred, killed! Uncomfortable time, why came'st thou now To murder, murder our solemnity? O child, O child! My soul, and not my child, Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead, And with my child my joys are burid. FRIAR Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion's cure+ lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid. Now heav'n hath all, And all the better is it for the maid. Your part in her you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. The most you sought was her promotion, For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced. And weep you+ now, seeing she is advanced Above the clouds, as high as heav'n itself? O, in this love you love your child so ill That you run mad, seeing that she is well. She's not well married that lives married long, But she's best married that dies married young. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary On this fair corse, and as the custom is, In all her best array, bear her to church.

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For though fond+ nature bids us all lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. CAPULET All things that we ordaind festival, Turn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary. FRIAR Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him, And go, Sir Paris. Everyone prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave. The heav'ns do lour upon you for some ill. Move them no more by crossing their high will. [Lord & Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar exit]

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1st MUSICIAN (Simon) 4.5.102 Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. put away, instruments NURSE 4.5.103 Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up. put away For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. [exits] 1st MUSICIAN 4.5.105 truly, situation / instrument case, Ay, by1 my troth, the case may be amended. PETER [enters] could be better Musicians, O musicians, "Heart's Ease", "Heart's Ease". 4.5.106 O, and you will have me live, play "Heart's Ease". if you want me to live 1st MUSICIAN 4.5.109 Why "Heart's Ease"? PETER 4.5.110 O, musicians, because my heart itself plays "My Heart is Full mournful song [of Woe]+". O, play me some merry dump to comfort me. 1st MUSICIAN 4.5.113 Not a dump we! 'Tis no time to play now. mournful song PETER 4.5.115 You will not, then? 1st MUSICIAN 4.5.116 No. PETER 4.5.117 I will then give it you soundly! give it to you 1st MUSICIAN 4.5.118 What will you give us? PETER 4.5.119 No money, on my faith, but the gleek! a sneer I will give you the minstrel! call you "minstrels" 1st MUSICIAN 4.5.121 call you what you are: a servant Then I will give you the serving-creature! PETER [draws his dagger] 4.5.123 Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on I'll knock you on the head your pate! I will carry no crotchets! with my dagger, take no insults/notes I'll "re" you, I'll "fa" you! Do you note me? note what I'm saying 1st MUSICIAN 4.5.126 And you "re" us and "fa" us, you note us! if 2nd MUSICIAN (Hugh) 4.5.127 Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. put away, pull, intelligence PETER+ 4.5.129 I'll attack you, beat Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you put away with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer

me like men: [sings] "When griping griefs the heart doth wound, [And doleful dumps the mind oppress,]1 Then music with her silver sound" Why "silver sound"? Why "music with her silver sound"? What say you, Simon Catling? 1st MUSICIAN (Simon) Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. PETER Prates! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2nd MUSICIAN (Hugh) I say "silver sound" because musicians sound for silver. PETER Prates too!What say you, James Soundpost? 3rd MUSICIAN (James) Faith, I know not what to say. PETER O, I cry you mercy. You are the singer. I will say for you. It is "music with her silver sound" because musicians have no gold for sounding: [sings] "Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress." [exits] 1st MUSICIAN What a pestilent knave is this same! 2nd MUSICIAN Hang him, jack! Come, we'll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [They exit] ACT 5, SCENE 1 [Mantua, that afternoon. ROMEO] ROMEO If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead, Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think! And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor. Ah me! How sweet is love itself possessed When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! [BALTHASAR enters] News from Verona!How now, Balthasar! Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar? How doth my lady? Is my father well? How fares1 my Juliet? That I ask again, For nothing can be ill if she be well. BALTHASAR Then she is well and nothing can be ill. Her body sleeps in Capel's monument, And her immortal part with angels lives. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, And presently took post to tell it you. O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

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ROMEO Is it e'en1 so? Then I defy1 you2, stars! Thou know'st my lodging. Get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses. I will hence tonight. BALTHASAR I do beseech you, sir, have patience! Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. ROMEO Tush, thou art deceived! Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. Hast thou no letters to me from the Friar? BALTHASAR No, my good lord. ROMEO No matter. Get thee gone, And hire those horses. I'll be with thee straight. [Balthasar exits] Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight. Let's see for means... O mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothec'ry, And hereabouts he dwells, which late I noted In tattered weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples. Meager were his looks. Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuffed, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, Remnants of pack-thread, and old cakes of roses Were thinly scattered to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself I said "And if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him." O, this same thought did but forerun my need, And this same needy man must sell it me. As I remember, this should be the house. Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. What, ho! Apothec'ry! APOTHECARY [enters] Who calls so loud? ROMEO Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor. Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead And that the trunk may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. APOTHECARY Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them. ROMEO Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back. The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.

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The world affords no law to make thee rich. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this! [Offers money] APOTHECARY My poverty, but not my will, consents. ROMEO I pay1 thy poverty and not thy will. APOTHECARY [offers poison] Put this in any liquid thing you will And drink it off, and if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. ROMEO [hands him the money] There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell. Buy food and get thyself in flesh. [Apothecary exits] Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [exits] ACT 5, SCENE 2 [Church. FRIAR JOHN] FRIAR JOHN Holy Franciscan Friar! Brother, ho! FRIAR [enters] This same should be the voice of Friar John. Welcome from Mantua! What says Romeo? Or if his mind be writ, give me his letter. FRIAR JOHN Going to find a barefoot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Sealed up the doors and would not let us forth, So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed. FRIAR Who bare my letter then to Romeo? FRIAR JOHN I could not send ithere it is again [hands him the letter] Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. FRIAR Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, The letter was not nice but full of charge Of dear import, and the neglecting it May do much danger! Friar John, go hence. Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Unto my cell. FRIAR JOHN Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [exits] FRIAR Now must I to the monument alone. Within three hours will fair Juliet wake. She will beshrew me much that Romeo

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Hath had no notice of these accidents. But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come. Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! [exits] ACT 5, SCENE 3 [Capulet tomb, late that night. PARIS & PAGE with flowers and torch, JULIET in tomb]

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PARIS 5.3.1 Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof. go stand at a distance no instead, the torch, don't want to Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yond yew1 trees lay thee all along, those, lie down thine1 Holding thy2 ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, any footsteps in the churchyard Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, on the loose dirt from graves But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me 5.3.7 As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. PAGE [aside] 5.3.10 I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard, yet I will adventure. [hides] take my chances PARIS [scattering flowers over the tomb] 5.3.12 Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew. scatter O woe! Thy canopy is dust and stones, bed canopy Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, perfumed water, sprinkle Or wanting that, with tears distilled by moans. if not that, crying mourning ritual The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. [PAGE whistles] The boy gives warning something doth approach. 5.3.18 What cursd foot wanders this way tonight To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? interrupt, mourning, ritual What, with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. [hides] hide [ROMEO enters with BALTHASAR with torch, pick, crowbar] ROMEO 5.3.22 Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. pick, crowbar Hold, take this letter. Early in the morning here See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light. Upon thy life, I charge thee, I command you 5.3.25 Whate'er thou hear'st or see'st, stand all aloof, stay back And do not interrupt me in my course. what I'm doing Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady's face, see But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger take off from 5.3.30 A precious ring, a ring that I must use important purpose In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone. But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry suspicious, spy In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint limb from limb 5.3.35 And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs! scatter The time and my intents are savage-wild, circumstance, state of mind More fierce and more inexorable far merciless Than empty tigers or the roaring sea. hungry BALTHASAR 5.3.40 I will be gone, sir, and not trouble ye2. you1

ROMEO So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that. [gives money] Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow. BALTHASAR [aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout. His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [hides] ROMEO [starts forcing open the tomb] Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And in despite I'll cram thee with more food! PARIS [aside] This is that banish'd haughty Montague That murdered my love's cousin, with which grief It is supposd the fair creature died! And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies! I will apprehend him. [to Romeo] Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee! Obey, and go with me, for thou must die! ROMEO I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man! Fly hence, and leave me! Think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury! O, be gone! By heav'n, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither armed against myself. Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say A madman's mercy bade+ thee run away. PARIS I do defy thy commination2, And apprehend thee for a felon here. ROMEO Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy! [They fight] PAGE O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch! [exits] PARIS O, I am slain! [falls] If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [dies] ROMEO In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris! What said my man when my betossd soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not so? Or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so?O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.[opens the tomb] A grave? O no, A lantern, slaughtered youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred. [laying PARIS in the tomb]

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How oft when men are at the point of death often jailers Have they been merry, which their keepers call A lightning before death! O, how may I uplifted spirits 5.3.90 Call this a lightning?O my love! My wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet sign Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, red 5.3.95 And death's pale flag is not advancd there. raised Tybalt, lie'st thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain my hand, short thy5, cut down my life 5.3.100 To sunder his that was thine2 enemy? Forgive me, cousin!Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe beautiful That unsubstantial Death is amorous, bodiless Death is your lover And that the lean abhorrd monster keeps horrible Thee here in dark to be his paramour? mistress 5.3.105 For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, will stay forever And never from this palace3 of dim night Depart again. Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, 5.3.110 shake off the burden of cruel fate And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. body, for the last time Arms, take your last embrace. And lips, O, you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss pure 5.3.114 A dateless bargain to engrossing Death. [kisses her] eternal contract, all-possessing escort (poison), offensive Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide, Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on navigator, run into The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! ship Here's to my love! [drinks] O true apothec'ry, Thy drugs are quick. [kisses her] Thus with a kiss I die. [dies] 5.3.120 FRIAR [enters with lantern, crowbar, spade] Saint Francis be my speed! How oft tonight Have my old feet stumbled at graves!Who's there? BALTHASAR Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. FRIAR Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern, It burneth in the Capel's monument. BALTHASAR It doth so, Holy sir, and there's my master, One that you love. FRIAR Who is it? BALTHASAR Romeo. FRIAR How long hath he been there? BALTHASAR Full half an hour. FRIAR Go with me to the vault. BALTHASAR I dare not, sir. My master knows not but I am gone hence, And fearfully did menace me with death If I did stay to look on his intents. 5.3.121 help me, often 5.3.123 it's me 5.3.124 there, wastefully shines worms Capulet tomb 5.3.128 5.3.130 5.3.131 5.3.132 5.3.133 5.3.134 5.3.135 doesn't know I didn't leave threaten to watch him

FRIAR Stay, then. I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me. O, much I fear some ill unthrifty thing. BALTHASAR As I did sleep under this yew1 tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. FRIAR Romeo! Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolored by this place of peace? [enters tomb] Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too? And steeped in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! [JULIET wakes] The lady stirs! JULIET O comfortable Friar, where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am. Where is my Romeo? [Noise outside] FRIAR I hear some noise! Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep. A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents! Come, come away! Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, And Paris too! Come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns! Stay not to question, for the watch is coming! [Another noise] Come, go, good Juliet! I dare no longer stay! JULIET Go, get thee hence, for I will not away! [Friar exits] What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them To make me die with a restorative. [kisses him] Thy lips are warm! 1st GUARD [outside] Lead, boy. Which way? JULIET Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. [finding Romeo's dagger] O, happy dagger! This is thy sheath! [stabs herself] There rust, and let me die. [dies] [PAGE enters with GUARDS] PAGE This is the place. There, where the torch doth burn. 1st GUARD The ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard. Go, some of you. Whoe'er you find attach.

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[Some Guards exit] Pitiful sight! Here lies the County slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days burid. Go, tell the Prince. Run to the Capulets. Raise up the Montagues. Some others search. [More Guards exit] We see the ground whereon these woes do lie, But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry. [2nd GUARD enters with BALTHASAR] 2nd GUARD Here's Romeo's man. We found him in the churchyard. 1st GUARD Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither. [3rd GUARD enters with FRIAR] 3rd GUARD Here is a friar that trembles, sighs and weeps. We took this mattock and this spade from him As he was coming from this churchyard's side. 1st GUARD A great suspicion. Stay the Friar too. PRINCE [enters with Attendants] What misadventure is so early up That calls our person from our morning rest? [LORD & LADY CAPULET and Others enter] CAPULET What should it be that they5 so shriek2 abroad? LADY CAPULET The1 people in the street cry "Romeo", Some "Juliet", and some "Paris", and all run With open outcry toward our monument. PRINCE What fear is this which startles in our+ ears? 1st GUARD Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new killed. PRINCE Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes! 1st GUARD Here is a friar, and slaughtered3 Romeo's man, With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. CAPULET O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en, for lo, his house Is empty on the back of Montague, And it mis-sheathd in my daughter's bosom! LADY CAPULET O me! This sight of death is as a bell That warns my old age to a sepulchre. [MONTAGUE & Others enter] PRINCE Come, Montague, for thou art early up To see thy son and heir now early1 down. MONTAGUE Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.

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Grief of my son's exile hath stopped her breath. my5, threatens my old age What further woe conspires against mine2 age? PRINCE 5.3.221 Look, and thou shalt see. MONTAGUE 5.3.222 O thou untaught! What manners is in this, rude boy To press before thy father to a grave? rush PRINCE 5.3.224 Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while quiet your outcries Till we can clear these ambiguities source, origin, start And know their spring, their head, their true descent, And then will I be general of your woes lead you in death of the guilty, be quiet And lead you even to death. Meantime forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience. be calm in the face of misfortune suspects [to Guards] Bring forth the parties of suspicion. FRIAR 5.3.232 I am the greatest, able to do least, biggest suspect Yet most suspected, as the time and place circumstances Doth make against me of this direful murder. make me look guilty, terrible And here I stand, both to impeach and purge condemn my wrongs and excuse what may be pardoned Myself condemnd and myself excused. PRINCE 5.3.237 Then say at once what thou dost know in this. immediately FRIAR 5.3.238 I will be brief, for my short date of breath short time to live Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, 5.3.240 And she, there dead, that's2 Romeo's faithful wife. that+ secret wedding day I married them, and their stol'n marriage-day Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death day of death Banished the new-made bridegroom from the city, For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. mourned 5.3.245 [to Capulet] You, to remove that siege of grief from her, end her grief Betrothed and would have married her perforce promised, by force To County Paris. [to all] Then comes she to me, And with wild looks, bid me devise some mean upset, make a plan To rid her from this second marriage, to get her out of 5.3.250 Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutored by my2 art, mine1, as I have studied A sleeping potion, which so took effect As I intended, for it wrought on her The form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo appearance, wrote 5.3.255 That he should hither come as this dire night tragic To help to take her from her borrowed grave, Being the time the potion's force should cease. effect should wear off But he which bore my letter, Friar John, carried Was stayed by accident, and yesternight delayed 5.3.260 Returned my letter back. Then all alone At the prefixed hour of her waking expected Came I to take her from her kindred's vault, family tomb Meaning to keep her closely at my cell secretly Till I conveniently could send to Romeo. 5.3.265 But when I came, some minute ere the time before Of her awaking5, here untimely lay awakening2, tragically The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. faithful She wakes, and I entreated her come forth begged her to go And bear this work of heaven with patience, 5.3.270 But then a noise did scare me from the tomb, upset And she, too desperate, would not go with me,

But, as it seems, did violence on herself. kill herself this is all I know All this I know, and to the marriage Her Nurse is privy. And if aught in this aware, anything 5.3.275 Miscarried by my fault, let my old life went wrong Be sacrificed some hour before his time my Unto the rigor of severest law. PRINCE 5.3.279 We still have known thee for a holy man. we've always known you to be Where's Romeo's man? What can he say to this? BALTHASAR 5.3.281 I brought my master news of Juliet's death, And then in post he came from Mantua quickly tomb To this same place, to this same monument. [shows a letter] This letter he early bid me give his father, And threatened me with death, going in the vault, I departed not and left him there. if I PRINCE 5.3.287 Give me the letter, I will look on it. [takes the letter] read it Where is the County's page, that raised the watch? alerted the guards Sirrah, what made your master in this place? come to this place PAGE 5.3.291 He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave, scatter over And bid me stand aloof, and so I did. stand away soon, open Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb, And by and by my master drew on him, soon, drew his sword And then I ran away to call the watch. guards PRINCE [reads the letter] 5.3.296 This letter doth make good the Friar's words, does support news Their course of love, the tidings of her death, And here he writes that he did buy a poison Of a poor 'pothec'ry, and therewithal druggist, with it Came to this vault to die and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! 5.3.301 See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, curse That heav'n finds means to kill your joys with love! a way, children And I for winking at your discords too disregarding your fighting Have lost a brace of kinsmen! All are punish'd! two of my CAPULET 5.3.306 O brother Montague, give me thy hand. This is my daughter's jointure, for no more this handshake, wedding gift from you Can I demand. MONTAGUE But I can give thee more, 5.3.309 For I will raise4 her statue in pure gold, have a statue made of her is still known by that name That while1 Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set no figure will be as valued As that of true and faithful Juliet. CAPULET 5.3.314 As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie, I'll place a statue of Romeo by hers Poor sacrifices of our enmity! pitiful victims of our hatred PRINCE 5.3.316 A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head. face Go hence to have more talk of these sad things. go on Some shall be pardoned, and some punishd. For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [End]

INDEX Sunday Prologue 1.1.1 Capulets and Montagues get into a fight; Prince stops them 1.1.118 Romeo's parents ask Benvolio about Romeo's sad mood 1.1.163 Romeo tells Benvolio he is brokenhearted 1.2.1 Capulet invites Paris to woo Juliet 1.2.47 Benvolio persuades Romeo to go to Capulet's ball 1.3.1 Juliet's mother and Nurse discuss marriage with her 1.4.1 Romeo and friends talk before the ball; Mercutio talks of dreams (Queen Mab) 1.5.1 Capulet ball begins 1.5.48 Romeo and Juliet fall in love at first sight 1.5.61 Tybalt wants to kill Romeo for crashing the party; Capulet stops him 1.5.104 Romeo & Juliet talk and kiss, then learn they are enemies 2.0.1 Prologue 2.1.1 Romeo slips away; his friends look for him 2.2.1 Romeo & Juliet exchange vows of love and plan to marry (balcony scene) Monday 2.3.1 Friar agrees to marry Romeo & Juliet 2.4.1 Mercutio, Benvolio, and Romeo joke around and tease Nurse 2.4.164 Romeo and Nurse plan for the wedding and wedding night 2.5.1 Nurse tells Juliet the wedding plans 2.6.1 Friar, Romeo & Juliet meet to be married 3.1.1 Mercutio jokes with Benvolio 3.1.38 Tybalt comes to challenge Romeo 3.1.61 Romeo refuses to fight 3.1.74 Mercutio fights Tybalt and dies 3.1.124 Romeo fights and kills Tybalt 3.1.144 Lady Capulet demands justice; Prince banishes Romeo 3.2.1 Juliet looks forward to her wedding night 3.2.41 Nurse tells Juliet Romeo killed Tybalt and is now banished 3.3.1 Friar tries to comfort Romeo; Nurse arrives 3.3.156 They plan for Romeo to visit Juliet then flee to Mantua 3.4.1 Capulet plans for Juliet to marry Paris on Thursday Tuesday 3.5.1 Romeo and Juliet wake as he must leave for Mantua 3.5.65 Juliet's mother tries to comfort her by cursing Romeo 3.5.108 Her mother tells her she'll wed Paris; she refuses; her father is enraged 3.5.216 Nurse advises Juliet to marry Paris; Juliet feels betrayed 4.1.1 Paris meets with Friar; Juliet arrives and evades Paris 4.1.45 Friar plans for Juliet to fake her death to avoid marrying Paris 4.2.1 Capulet advances wedding to Wednesday when Juliet feigns obedience 4.3.1 Juliet takes the sleeping potion Wednesday 4.4.1 Capulet is preparing the wedding 4.5.1 They find Juliet and think she is dead 4.5.102 Peter and Musicians discuss a song 5.1.1 Romeo hears Juliet is dead; he plans to die by her side 5.1.61 He buys poison from an apothecary 5.2.1 Friar realizes Romeo didn't get his message 5.3.1 Paris fights Romeo and dies 5.3.84 Romeo finds Juliet and drinks the poison 5.3.121 Friar arrives; Juliet wakes and sees Romeo's body; Friar flees 5.3.165 Juliet kills herself Thursday morning 5.3.176 Everyone discovers what happened 5.3.301 Prince condemns Montague and Capulet, who finally make peace